The last time we bought a new car was in 1992. Within a few months, Mr. Rellim and his dad took it for a road trip and "broke in" the backseat by tossing Kentucky Fried Chicken bones back there. I thought nothing could top that. Then we had kids. After twelve years of kids, I figured I'd seen it all.
Not so.
When Mr. Rellim pulled into the driveway today with his two-payment-old 2009 Ford Fusion, he scrambled to empty the trunk. Usually he doesn't do that, so I stood there to observe the cleaning frenzy. Eventually he admitted to having transported THREE baby pigs to the veterinary clinic in his trunk. I may have to go medicate myself.
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