Write two haiku about: the tycoon.
Boxes went quite smoothly today, thanks in part to Kat's mom being able to hang out with Max for the second half of the morning.
I had him for the first half before joining Kat in the garden, and we ran a couple errands in town before going for coffee/snack time. While we were there we ran into our friend from the bakery and his son, so we even slipped in some nice social time.
And to top it all off, nobody arrived early to pick up their box! Miracles, it would seem, do indeed happen.
I could find my life
savings in his couch, yet the
bastard won't tip me
* * *
I count my money,
then lose my place - that's at least
a month's work wasted.