Yesterday I made it down the the Beaches again (yay!) and walked by this box of balls. I have really fond memories of these familiar blue, what and red babies so I had to take a picture!
Reg and I wanted one day spent in the sun but did not want to go to a crowded beach so we went down to the farmers market instead and hung out on the rooftop. The place was a ghost town. When we got back to the car, this giant mini van blocked us in (hard to tell from the photo what a tight squeeze it was).
Reg had added that text to the car and just as I was taking this photo the owner of the car showed up. You can see Reg walking towards him in the car's reflection. A tense and extremely awkward moment so of course I had to share it. At this moment I thought to myself, yes, this is why we rarely go downtown. Oh well, at least we got some sun and had the roof all to ourselves.