link to the story of the purple tricycle.

6 august 2003 wednesday

In some ways I suspect I will never "grow up." I continue to giggle at the stoplight pigeons every time I see them, which is somewhat often, at those couple of neighboring intersections. Only a green-light one this evening; the others must have been at dinner. I really hope there's a whole pigeon stoplight culture developing, because it just cracks me up.

I'm so easily amused.


copyright 2003 carrie lynn king. the hills are alive