too. Actually we bought so many they would not all fit in the Rav4.
We secured 6 on the roof racks. Those six were the big ones. Each
balloon was a letter 1-0-2-2-1-1 for Zoë's birthday. We started to drive
away slowly. A mile or so down the road, I heard a pop! And a car
horn honk. A woman driving a volvo pulled up along side of us and yelled
out her window, "You're losing your balloons!" Needless to say that I lost
my balloons a long time ago. A moment passed before another popping noise
and another balloon broke from its bondage and drifted skyward. By now, it
wasn't much longer before all six balloons broke free and floated
away. Those six balloons did what we intended them to day, only two
days early.