Umbrella with Feet, A Study in Color. 2007.I finally got hit by a passenger today. She was on the Spirit line, and was angry that she had waited on line for an hour. She yelled at me while her kid sobbed uncontrollably, and, then yelled that she was "Going in!" and shoved me in the chest. I had to walk away from her.
I came home and sang duets with the Kid, me on her Magic Microphone, and she on a paper towel tube. We did "Islands in the Stream", and I was fantastic.
I've been recovering from a cold, so I rested for a while, and we went for a late walk in the evening, just as it started to rain. Nothing makes the Kid happier than a road full of puddles. Or, apparently, yoga.
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