The entry sign for our subdivision. There actually is a creek containing stones running through the neighborhood, so no need to sue for false advertisement.
Our lot in life. A tiny Carrie.
The ground floor.
I take time to go to the park and perfect my tan.
This sign gets stuck in the ground at our rental house. Carrie approves its message.
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