I have wanted to write about Snippet's laundry for a very, very, very long time. I never have drafted anything because I couldn't plot out in my mind the flow of the post. Well, tonight I decided to just start writing and see if the thing would write...

It's open season here now. I could hear the crack of guns all day, coming from the woods that hedge up to my river-side office. I started singing loudly each time they popped, hoping to keep Snippet from hearing them, too. He didn't seem to notice...