Friday, August 6, 2010


There is something about swinging that puts a smile on your face, no matter how grumpy you are. EC wanted to go to a park since we haven't been in weeks due to the extreme heat but we had a few minutes to kill before Alec's checkup so off we went. It was hotter than a frip (what exactly is a frip? I haven't a clue) and not one little tree in sight to offer some relief. Why don't the park planners think about this minor, er, major detail when they plot out the playgrounds? 


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  1. I haven't a clue, but I've often thought the same thing.