The Truman Show of My Life

Being across the street from the park, we see a lot of neighborhood activity.

First a man jogged by.

Then a girl was walking her dog.

Then a chubby little boy was running with his dog.

Then a strange lady in fuschia and burgundy went by.

I'm just like my dad. My family can attest to his history of "color coordination," but when Nicole fetched a pair of socks for me last night, they were burgundy, And despite the fuschia hue that was my top, I was a bit too lazy to go upstairs and get another pair. However, fellow athletes and regular exercisers do not cast judgement on you for you outward appearance.... Unless that fellow aerobiciser happens to be me or my sister!
Lucky for me!