Random smiley picture in the car.
El Taco Sucio aka The Dirty Taco Peter loooves the Dirty Taco!
All dressed up and still acting like we’re 6.
Sometimes I’m in the mood to write 9000 entries in a day. Sometimes I have absolutely nothing to say or nothing that I want to take the time to say on here. Just so you know.
Sunday was a windy day, windy enough for flying my new kite from the Dollar Tree. I took it outback and tried to fly it and realized that I would probably not make a good pilot. I couldn’t get the stupid thing to stay in the air longer than 5 seconds. Of course, Peter had to show me how it was done, and of course, he is a flying genius. After I got my kite-flying-butt served, we decided to make our own box kite. You know those fancy kites that are square-ish. We went to the local hardware store and got some dowels, trashbags, tubing, and string. I think the assembly (process) was more productive than the flying of it afterward. I did have a great time watching Peter running around the yard like a nut with a trashbag on some sticks. I’m sure he was just as amused when I ran around.
On a side note, what is up with this crazy weather?