Too Much Thought Goes Into Titles

Every time I hear Albert Brooks I picture Marlin from Finding Nemo. Kinda funny watching him play a bad guy in Drive.

I was 3 or 4 and still riding in a stroller. Me and Grandma at the park. I had on a yellow dress. I remember how nice the sunshine felt on my legs. 

The chicken was tasty. I tore into it while it was still lava-hot, but that's what the ice cold beer is for. I couldn't help but wonder how much profit the place is making. They don't have dishes or real silverware. Their menu is super simple. Loved the food and chill atmosphere. I will definitely be going back.

Gotta go--reality calls.

We have been looking for a truck/SUV since last week. Right now, we're at the point where it's a chore and not fun at all. I'm frustrated because I want my mini-van back and he's frustrated because he can't find anything. He has found a few cars, totally not suitable for him or our family. He's a big guy and he found a Prius in our price range. Uh no?!? Or a Honda Civic. Or the eighties truck with flames on the sides and a phantom grill. Back to my fun adventure...