Smooch and I were both wondering why Johnny was sitting on the fence.
He didn't seem to be watching anything in particular
and was acting a bit annoyed.
Finally he came over to the door and drew my attention to the fact that
his bench cushion was dripping wet from the overnight rain.
I flipped up the cushion to let it dry out.
JCC: Fat lot of good that's going to do me now.
JCC: Where am I supposed to take my morning nap?
Smooch: Anwhere but here.