Serene Sunday

Greetings to all!  It's me, Maggie.  As long as it all works out in the end, it's considered "serene" -- right?  But there I was, trying to see what Mom and Dad were doing in the garage ...

"Would anyone like to explain to me what happened to this poor, unsuspecting box?!?"

I mean, look at it!  What did that box ever do to anyone?!?  Yet there it was, all ripped up and looking sad.  Oh, there was talk about something inside being really heavy, so it was easier to get it out by tearing the box ... but honestly!  What were Mom and Dad thinking?!?

Never fear, though.

"I still have love for the box.  Unlike some people around here."

Anyway, it would appear that Mom and Dad were replacing a toilet.  They did a few things out in the garage, then time came to go back into the house - and Dad brought part of the box inside.  I thought I should check it out.

"It's kind of flat, but I wonder ..."

"It's like a very shallow box.  It's not bad."

"In fact, I ❤ this short box!!!"

It was very serene.  Until I had to move so Mom and Dad could set the toilet on it.  Still - very nice!

Have a wonderfully serene Sunday!

Yours sincerely,

Margaret Thatcher