Monday, February 11, 2008

Solvang, Farwell, Auf Wiedersehen Goodnight.



We were joined by hundreds of greyhounds and their owners, my mom turning Hollywood as she talked on her phone while wearing her Muppet scarf, flat teddy catching a ride on a windmill and the Irish mafia getting their share of the CD sales...I have to pay for protection, the Dutch street gangs of Solvang are notorious for their Danish flinging. You could lose an eye.