Probably the most worthwhile trip I made anywhere last week
was to the licorice and hula hoop store.
A request that morning by little man to please get licorice and hula hoops.
Because don't you know that the fuel you need to power those hips comes from high octane twizzlers? Apparently it does. Especially when you're four.
I didn't really go anywhere last week,
(and calling it a milk, bread and peanut butter run wouldn't be as exciting)
so it wouldn't be hard to qualify this trip as the trip for sure.
worth every cent.
A first-time hula man is doin' fine.