Wednesday was our final, final, final day at the townhouse.

Like we were out over the weekend and then on Monday we had a couple like random things

to go pick up and then on Tuesday we cleaned it all up.

But on Wednesday I had to meet a handyman there for something.

But our lease was over Tuesday, our stuff was out on Monday, but Wednesday was our out,

out day, right?

Does that make sense?

Okay.

So the very, and I know it was our out out day because as the garage door was closing

for the last time on Wednesday, after the handyman and I left, I chucked the remote control

for the garage.

I chucked it under the door like it was a hand grenade.

So there's no way we could even go back in if we wanted to.

No, we are locked out.

It's done.

We are done.

And legally we didn't have no right to be in there because lease is up.

But so the very last time I'm pulling out of that driveway is any sort of occupant

of that street.

I look across the street from the windshield of the car and I see on his balcony a friend

Uncle Smoky.

Now, Uncle Smoky, if you're new to the show, is our neighbor across the street who for

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