Women are strange.  But, you know that.

It is still raining in Memphis, which I like. It does not deter me from doing what I otherwise would have done. So, I’m up for whatevs. But, Trixie, on the other hand, is on vacation. So I asked her what she wanted to do on her last full day in town.

“Clean out the van.” She said, meaning my trusty EM-50 Phantom Rambler.

See what I mean about strange? Cleaning out someone’s mobile abode while I am on vacation rarely ever cracks the top 10 for me.

But, she’s my girl and if that is what she wants to do, then that is what we will do.

Of course, it’s pretty crowded back there with two people. So, I mostly sat in the front seat playing a game on my phone while straightened piles of debris and rooted around beneath the seats.

I’m among the first to admit that I am not tidy, in the conventional sense. But, when her hand emerged from under the back seat with this item… (pic related)

this is what makes the title so funny

…even I was surprised. I may be a bit disorganized, again, in the conventional sense, but ordinarily I would remember how I came to possess a hunk of bark.

My astonishment alone should be all the reaction to this find that there is, and then it can be tossed aside.

But, good ol’ Trixie had to knock it up a notch by giving me that look. You know she has THAT look… (pic related)

I mean, it’s not like I did it on purpose. That would be weird.