I had a dream last night that I had this great idea to blog about, so I wrote down two key words so I could remember it later: men and mustaches. Needless to say, I have no idea what that was all about.

Today was pretty much the usual Sunday. We went to church, ate at Rubio's, and went to the park. The ducks ignored us due to our lack of bread, and there were a few other people there fishing for the contaminated mutant fishies. There was an abandoned black wallet with flames on the front on the bench where we sat, and I suspect that the fishers actually pulled it from the water, and disappointed that it wasn't a toxic fish, placed it on the bench. But the water was very pretty, reflecting the blue sky and holding just the right amount of plastic bags and paper ads.