After two hours and five races, we had no more money and decided to skip out on the rest of the races and the annual fireworks show the racetrack has on July 3.
As we walked to our far-away parking spot hand-in-hand, I dared Boyfriend that he could not jump up high enough to touch the trees. He could and he did. He would run, jump up, grab some flowers off the tree and then stick them in my hair.
Have you ever noticed that men men love to jump up at random moments with the sole purpose of showing how high they can jump? The higher, the manlier, I guess.
