Well, Cliff played hooky from work and we went on a motorcycle ride. Since it's more fun to have a destination or two, we went and looked at "manufactured housing". That's trailer houses, for you rednecks. And modular homes.
We stopped at Quiktrip to gas up and noticed a familiar-looking car.
It was our daughter!
We figured we'd follow her home, but she left us to eat her dust. I didn't know her little car would reach speeds of 200 MPH. Good grief!
Say, my baby girl has a birthday tomorrow. So if you've a mind to, head over to her journal and wish her a happy birthday!