First thing you need to know is that we had raccoons in our ceiling. The second thing you need to know is that I named them. The third thing you need to know is that they’ve been driving Liv and I nuts for weeks now.
Therefore: It ought to be no surprise to anyone that I have created a back story about the Raccoons in the Ceiling.
Today, while I was cleaning the camp dishroom I started drafting the story of Marguerite Rakin, her deadbeat husband, Petey, and Marguerite’s college boyfriend, Billy the Beaver. It’s an intense story about being true to who you are… if you weren’t sure.