A couple of weekends ago, the weather was too nice to stay inside. We decided our local Gene Coulon Park was the ticket for some dinner and a nice stroll. And by nice stroll, I mean walk around the park, chase some geese, eat some food, and get blown away by the wind.
Dave was in Vegas in June and one of the things I always ask for (ok, let’s be real, I demand) is for him to bring me back a present of some kind from his trip. I was expecting some dorky Vegas tee or mug, but he brought me back this kimono. Score!