Berry good

After yoga and some lunch, we headed over to Knott's Berry Farm for some quality time with the Scrambler and bumper cars. We hit the Snoopy store, but left empty hadded after determining that we could either spend nothing or everything, with no middle ground. It was harrowing, considering their dvd section, but for my emotional sanity, we had to leave it all behind. Anyone that can watch Snoopy Come Home without a total, crocodile-tears breakdown has a cold, black heart, with a soul made of carbon steel; I can't imagine what a wreck I'd be if it actually lived in my house.