So, after a week or so filled with parties (birthday parties, Super Bowl party, personal pity party), we loaded up the car and set out in that very direction.
*Not only the birthday of my Tiny Actor, but the birthdays of Only Son and eldest sis of The Yard Man come within five days of each other and right in a clump with Super Bowl Sunday, as well. It makes for a gob of gleeful gathering.**
Even more gleeful, of course, was exiting the zero-degree north and heading south (Yard Man driving), the car containing at least one pair of sandals and several short-sleeve T-shirts.
**pity party severely lacking in glee,
but partially alleviated
by the south-facing auto.
**********
(to be continued)
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