In Florida in January, we wrestle gators. Then we go home and sit in front of the tv as the rain pounds down, and watch the weather man go giddy with excitement as the screen lights up with hours of tornado warnings.
And we do laundry, because recycled tires may make for great playground shock absorbency, but they also make for filthy children. I'd have more to show you on this subject but I was too busy chasing down said children. The end.