I was dreaming just now that my neighbor the firefighter asked me to fill in for him and gave me the keys to a firetruck…and I was already babysitting a little kid who looked like Prince George.
SO, I strapped the kid into a carseat in the firetruck and tried to learn to drive the thing, in a bad snow storm in an unfamiliar city….why on earth did I agree to all this? Let's just say that if your parked car has a ding with yellow paint and is missing its side mirror you know who to blame…in other news, nice bowls, eh?
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