Again,

Baby day.

I had a single bongo in the back of my truck.

it was rolling around like a baby.

So many strollers.

Its like soldiers.

Little soldiers

Guy was drunk and not done telling her off.

Just like the day before.

And the day before that.

And the day before that.

The signs are long.

I move too fast.

Some people are like muffins in a muffin pan.

How do they do that?

Are they smaller getting in and expand in the drive?