The Oyster Run was today. THOUSANDS of motorcycles roll through town. It's loud. It's a scene. It will go miles in helping me appreciate the quiet that tomorrow's Monday will bring.
The girls and I watched from the gallery porch for a while.
Genevieve really liked that most of the biker chicks had bedazzled pockets on their jeans just like hers.
Hopefully she doesn't want to start wearing leather chaps to preschool now.
And the dead foot on this bike was the all-around highlight of the day:
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