When Memorial Day came around, there was a party on my block. Nate was there …
… and so was Aaron.
WHEEEE!!!
Good times.
Aaron is moving soon–to the southernmost of the Carolinas, which sounds pretty southern to me.
It’s thataway (not really).
Nate takes this seriously.
Sometimes I even keep my feet on the pedals.
Most importantly, someone brought real brownies to the block party, and I ate as many as I wanted–even though we brought some kind of “orzo salad,” which seems like an uneven trade. We won!