The church we've recently started going to has a long driveway outlined with rocks that have been whitewashed (painted white)...I affectionately call the rocks desert picket fences. It gives the driveway an inviting look, and looks almost clean in the middle of a dirt yard...kind of funny to me.
Something that struck me funny the other day that I want to capture was my daughter's reference to a nylon bath scrub. I call them a "scrubby" -- she called it a "squashy" -- which is really what it feels like to a 7 yr. old when it's full of soap bubbles (she'll be 7 next Friday so I guess I shouldn't rush it...what is that 6 and 9/10th?).
Happy trails.
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