clean swing

Tawnya and I headed out to the park to walk. It was good, fun, mixed with bad timing. The stinking bikes were flying through the woods on a race. They cared little for what and who got struck.

There was a vine hanging down. I remembered swinging on these things when I was young, so -- again, my fat belly and butt tried it. Tawnya was hesitant at first, but relented and had a good time.

She is great! She's bold, adventuresome, and a part of me I will not let go without a fight. She joked that the bra we found in the woods to be someone we knew. The person quickly responded, "That's not mine! That's not my size"! Of course, we were kidding.