i gently plop my skull and back muscles along the warm roof top of the truck viewing the baby blue sky with the binoculars which only look more like a bigger block of bright baby blue as a tip of a white cloud passes within the lens which only looks like a great big tip of a white cloud since the binoculars arent telescopes to scope out the bright stars and moons of the night looking for aliens as i snort like a wild boar since im bored without anything to do but wait on my more boring birthday party which starts at three for two hours with the children then at six with the dancing and then ends at nine for sleeping .