This is in the Arboretum courtyard (an outdoor shopping center/office complex) near us.
We had ice cream and Emma played.
A personal note to the driver of this car:
Around 10:30 this morning, you flew through a red light at Amherst and Duval. If you’d been 3-5 seconds later, your front end would have been firmly implanted somewhere around my right rear quarter panel.
And you likely would have killed my 2 1/2 year old daughter, sitting, unawares, “safely” buckled into her car seat.
In case you missed it in driver’s ed:
Red = STOP
My gallery site was acting up and I had to delete them all?
Yeah, that was it. My gallery site was acting up, and I had to delete them all.
So Margaret goes to check on Emma the other day – Emma, who should be in bed.
But Emma was not in bed. Emma was playing at the toy cabinets. And Emma informed Margaret “you cooking bacon.” (“You”, of course, meaning Emma. “I”, of course, means “daddy.” As in “I pick you up.” Meaning “Daddy pick Emma up.”)
But I digress.
Margaret was sooo proud!
(Margaret loooves bacon!)