Went for a motorcycle ride today. It was nice, not too hot. Overall, enjoyable... except for the ride home on the freeway. I was horribly disturbed by the image in my rear-view mirror! And what was this terrifying thing that I saw?
Oh, just the sight of my quivering arm flab rippling in the wind!
Ivy went running up to this bench... and just kept on going, right over the top! It's a good thing it wasn't a hundred foot drop on the other side... or sharp pointy rose bushes... oh wait.. From a distance, I thought this sign said, "Don't pick noses" As in, "We try to keep this a classy place, it loses something when you're here with your finger up your nose." My brain really doesn't take the simple way for anything.
Ivy don't care 'bout tiny train tracks. We used to come here when we were younger and ride the little steam trains. They used to have two different scales, but they have since gotten rid of this smaller one. The only tracks that are left are set in concrete, all the rest have been removed. Now it's just the bigger ones.