Saturday Notes

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n't she the sweetest thing?  No, seriously.  That's what she wants me to ask you.  Whatever. 

WheelChairLady bought me a bike a couple months ago, and I'm just now bringing it home from her place so I can ride it on a regular basis.  I had to buy a lock, which was very expensive, but looked like Fort Knox to break into - until I realized the bracket that holds it ON to the bike is made out of plastic.  How stupid is that?  The lock is supposed to be foolproof, as far as not being able to chop it apart ... cept a hammer can make it all moot by breaking the plastic brackets! 

Then I put a little basket on the front, and a horn.  Ha!  I shall giggle my way around Rigby, beeping at people.  Specially little old people.  And I changed the seat to a more comfortable one - that was fun.  Meaning ... I just lied.  Cause it was not fun.  And bikes are greasy.  Black grease greasy, to be specific. 

Now all I have left to do is bitch to the landlady about there being no room to lock up my bike on the bike rack out front because it's full of little kid bikes.  Little kids who don't live here.  There's room for 2 bikes normally and there's 7 of them out there.  It's fortunate tho, otherwise my bitcher might get out of practice if it didn't get out once a day. 

I've got to count laps tonite - all I can say is it's going to be hot hot hot and I'm not looking forward to being stupid from the heat.  Speaking of which, SFM went to the races with me last week and we took our own refreshments, disguised as ummm, refreshments.  Yesterday, I grabbed one of my water bottles of water from the fridge, took a big swig, and choked/spit it right back out all over the floor/kitchen, believing I'd just drank some sort of poison, possibly Raid Bug Spray - it was that nasty.  Then I thought "What in the hell is SFM putting vodka in MY water bottles for????".  I had no warning - turns out its true that vodka has no smell.  When I drink vodka, it's disguised as orange juice, with about 30 parts orange juice to 1 part vodka.   I forgot that we'd put our drinks (mine being a yummy Kalua and Cream) in the water bottles for the races.   Evidently he forgot that he'd put nearly a full bottle in the fridge and it seems orange juice settles to the bottom - so I got a pure shot of the rat poison.  Since I was on my way out the door, I didn't have time to clean it off the floor - the last thing I saw was a kitten licking it.  From the condition of the house when I got home, there seems to have been a wild cat party.  Wicker everywhere.  Oh wait ... that's the decor - my bad. 

I think this is a repeat picture - but it's one of my favorites.  It reminds me of the 'dog days of summer'.

Which it is. 

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Just Call Me Can't Wait Till Sunday Cause There's a NASCAR race.

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