My Grrrl

On our way home from Family Planning of The Coastal Bend, where I took her so she could get some brochures for a paper she is writing on Planned Parenthood (and some other brochures for her under-educated friends), the Lone Star Girl squealed and told me to turn the car around and go back so I could see the new recycling containers that the City was apparently storing in a lot we had driven past.  I love that kid.