We saw this shiny green motorcycle on the way in to work, and -- before I could stop him -- Orange Jack jumped up onto the seat and tried to go for a ride! It’s a good thing we didn’t have the keys – OJ wouldn’t have been able to reach the handlebars!
We tried out the veggie sammich at the place downstairs. It came with a small bland pickle and made us (me!) miss the excellent sandwiches and garlicky pickles at The Sentinel. Which reminded us/me that we’re not so far away from that place now… Yum.
(For those who were wondering about OJ’s gnarled state, please note that small plastic toys do not like the washer and dryer.)
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