arroyo grande

This morning we traveled all the way to Summerlin to walk in an arroyo.  Nice.  I smelled good plant smells, and there was a trickle of water coming out of a pipe.  "Look, a river!" I said.

Ming wants to go to the cheesecake factory.  He made a poor choice and ate my half-donut.  He says his brain wasn't working right yesterday.  I would agree.  "Stupid-head," he called himself, which made me laugh.