This is the neighborhood I live in: one where the night life leaves empty whiskey bottles under the play structure at our neighborhood park. But its good whiskey.
In other playground news, Rio took up the torch of mysterious medical problems with a swollen knee that has stopped us from most playing outside in the beautiful fall weather we’ve had all week.
Instead, we’ve spent our afternoons watching Fraggle Rock while Mommy desperately tries to keep her head above water at her exciting new writing gigs.
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