Today we do some light shopping and price comparing, checking out a “slammed” (auto slang for radical lowering to achieve the optimal “stance”) pickup and an unusual trailer from North Carolina in the parking lot, drop by a local plant nursery (a seemingly habitual act by KAE) where I see a nice welded-sculpture bird-water-thing, and return home, where the front door is reassuringly guarded by the Terror Beast. One sentence.
