Suffered one broken finger (not mine, the Significant Other's - and no, I did not break it for him. In case you were wondering. A basketball was the culprit.)
There's a strawberry farm down the street. It's just as awesome as having an ice cream place across the street. :)
If you grow flowers in your front yard, chances are you'll find me loitering there, camera in hand, possibly making creepy faces towards your windows.
Sorry, in advance.