I was cleaning behind the stove. It wouldn't swing on its gimbals. There must be something down there behind it. As I lifted out the "something", I said to Adrienne, "it's either a shoe or a dead rat", not believing either.

Letting out a shriek that a girl would be proud of I dropped the dead duck on the galley floor.

I took its photo. Now the stove swings freely. Adrienne said "I thought I smelled something funky".

It was hot yesterday. I held my end of year party for the ukulele class.