dmn23
Duller than cardboard
Living in Albuquerque is occasionally a trip. I happen to live under the flight path most of the balloons take and it's a little surreal. My work desk is right next to the kitchen window, but it's too cold to have the window open so I didn't hear it first. Then I glance up and HOLYJEEZOMG IT'S GONNA LAND ON MY CAR. As it turns out he was parking it in a vacant lot a couple of hundred yards up the street.




