flavor: salty
It's hot. really hot. I know most of you can't believe it with all that winter going on, but, believe me, it's hot here. So, despite the large doses of caffeine, I am unable to stay awake to pen a post and will retreat to my air conditioned bedroom.
flavor: sweet
So, instead of words upon words, I give you another stop on the tour of my neighborhood. The doors and gates that make up our street.
This last one is good. It's a dog house. Literally. Until very recently, a pack of stray dogs (who are not so stray if they have a home...) had inhabited this small piece of land/pieced together home (roof and all). I sometimes wonder if the dogs built it themselves.... The door has since been boarded up and the dogs have disappeared. The note now reads something like...."keep this door closed or else you'll die..." I'm not touching it.
