“I like it when a flower or a little tuft of grass grows through a crack in the concrete. It’s so fuckin’ heroic.” -George Carlin
We went out to breakfast for Father’s Day this morning. It was Boo’s first time in a restaurant, she did really well. Until it was time to pay – she started getting restless (bit of her father in her, hehe) so I took her outside and we sat and watched people coming and going.
It looks like it’s just dirt dirt there, where the grass is growing, but it is actually just a really messy cement job.
