A lighthearted report to end the nightly news. Tiny stuffed animals – a fad from the eighties – were back and collectors were cashing in.
Patty ignored the story until she saw her husband bolt from the couch.
“Careful up there!” she warned, knowing exactly where he was headed.
Patty loved her guy – sweet, thoughtful. But he was rash and naïve too, and she knew this sudden burst of impulsiveness would mean trouble.
She heard him clomping around the attic. She hoped he remembered to stay on the wooden beams.
Moments later, she heard the crash. Then came the cursing.
Guess not.
The Weekday One Hundred 