Cousin Coralina

I just got back from an 8-day trip to Florida with my aunt, cousins, and aunt's friends. We flew into Orlando and from there, drove to Miami, Key West, and Fort Lauderdale.

On one of our drives, I was trying to figure out what my cousin Coralina was doing behind me.

I must've been making lots of faces.

Because my aunt noticed.

What's wrong? 

Coralina's picking his toes. 

No, I'm not.

Then, what are you doing?

I'm playing with my toe hair.

I'm sorry, he's playing with his toe hair.
'Cause that's so much better.

Anyone else have funny roadtrip stories?

Only in NYC. OK, and maybe LA.

I was driving down McGuinness Blvd. in Brooklyn last Thursday when I noticed that there was a crowd around the gas station where I sometimes get my gas.

There were police officers, police cars, lots of bystanders, an ambulance, and of course, lots of rubbernecking from the cars in front of me.

My first thought was alarm, that something terrible must've happened at the gas station for so many emergency vehicles and personnel to be surrounding it. "Was there a fire?" "Did something blow up?" "I hope everyone is okay and safe." "Uh, I hope the emergency is over 'cause if something else happens right now, there's a lot of people here that could get hurt."

But then the traffic moved a little bit, I drove a few inches forward, and my view expanded:

It was a setup for a movie or TV show.

Only in New York will I think I've happened upon something dire only to find out that it's part of a movie.

Any other New Yorkers experience this? Or, Angelenos?

Longing for winter. Wait a minute.

It's so hot and steamy in NYC right now.

That I've been longing for cold weather.

But then I remembered what I spent most of this past winter doing:

So sexy, eh?

Anyone else wishing for winter?