16 Nov

Before we were literally home again, home again, however, DJB had to have Frontier. Immediately. We went to Frontier restaurant before we even went home. I had yet another cheeseburger. And a milkshake. Trainer extraordinaire Jonathan Rockwell is going to kill me. I’m schlubby. Beach soft and well-fed, that’s me. 

I’d like to thank the flash on my camera for pairing up so fabulously with the reflective strip on DJB’s jacket. The red, glowing eyes + the illuminated jacket  = evil Tron visits the diner. Pimp! 


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