Today, Sunday the 19th, is flea market day. Daniel and Dylan are in a sleepy village a few kilometers down the road from the house. Everyone knows everyone else, everyone says good morning. Really a great place to be. The market is on the main road through town, and we got here early, so we get to see the few shops open up, there's a herd of cows on a hill half a kilometer away. I am overdosing on quaintness, and I think I'm gonna go slam my head in the car door. BRB.
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Look at this shit
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That was yesterday. All day, hanging out with the kids, meeting people, man, it was a pretty good daddies day. Daniel and Dylan both made some cash, and we all came home happy. And tired.
And sunburned. In one soulless gingers case, real goddamn sunburned.
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Bummer, dude. We all had a good time anyway.
1 comment:
it was fun!! hot! cold! hot! cold!
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