The gorgeous sun made it the perfect day for Raspberry and I to be at the waterfront today (impromptu plans to replace dashed ones) and there was a troubadour on the bridge, strumming his guitar and singing Train’s Drops of Jupiter. As we passed him, Raspberry began singing “guinea pig, guinea pig,” and to me, it sounded like it was almost in tune to the troubadour’s singing. I couldn’t help but crack up, and that made Raspberry crack up too, and we became two uncontrollably giggly people walking across a bridge at the docks.

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