We wave to the Mail carrier every day, and we wave to the trash truck guys on Tuesdays. Yesterday we watched a digger pull a Cottonwood tree out of the ditch. Being a kid sure is fun.
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- kennyk
- Golden, CO, United States
- I'm an epicure, in case you're into enneagrams. I couldn't live without an hour of sunshine each day, I'm afraid of the cotton that is shoved into the tops of vitamin bottles, nails on a chalk board don't bother me though. I love the ocean, but I get sea sick on a boogie board.
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