our evening routine

it's a real drag...
drag race, that is.

if we somehow manage to salvage some portion of our hardwood flooring, it would be quite miraculous.

thanks to a fresh waxing by mr. speedy himself, we are even slipprier than ever before.

it is at this point that things go a little looney...perhaps it was the 15 strawberries we ate for dessert...or perhaps it's our lack of stage fright. either way, it's quite charming.

and we would never want to limit ourselves to one genre of racing, so rowan helps us expand our expenditures.