There's only one rule when I go biking with Danny, a.k.a. my dad, and it's that I have to wear my yellow-flame-decorated-helmet at all times. I can do whatever I want, wear whatever I'd like, and ride to wherever I feel like riding to, but that helmet has to be buckled or else.
This early afternoon, Sherry and I went to Red Lobster for a lunch with the Kiwanians. It was nice to know that they had so many events coming up themselves and still made time to care about what the Piedmont Hills Key Clubbers were up to.
Today I had grilled chicken salad two times in a row: once there, and once at home.
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