Yesterday we went to the park again (no famous neighbors there this time though). We played in the sand mostly and had a good time. When I got home, I noticed that I had some sand in my shoes. I took them off, and banged them out in the garage. I probably should've banged them out somewhere else because now, every time I go out to the garage refrigerator to get a pop (that's what people in Oregon call soda, by the way), I feel like I'm doing the Ethiopian Shim Sham.