Sunday, July 24, 2011
This weekend totally sucked. Motorcycle trip was the trip from hell. So I'll try to come up with
ten five really bad things that DIDN'T happen this weekend.
1) I didn't go to jail for hunting down and beating to a pulp the punks that stole helmets and riding glasses from the bikes this weekend.
2) The skin under my watch and my kick ass, biker babe bracelet didn't get sunburned.
3) My latte wasn't made wrong when I FINALLY found a Starbucks.
4) There wasn't a deer around any corner I encountered, although a poor chipmunk lost his life.
5) The llamas at the hotel didn't spit at me when I fed them.
Anything not listed in the above items, feel free to believe it happened.