I rode my bike tonight for the first time in what seemed like a geologic period. Archaeologists dug up the fossilized remains of my bicycle and reconstructed it, and during the reconstruction a heated argument broke out about whether it was an herbivore or a carnivore. "The lack of sharp frontal teeth obviously indicates that it was not a meat eating mode of transportation." "Oh, but you're forgetting that the reflector is on the front, obviously attempting to lure in curious prey." I was pretty sure there was going to be a throwdown, but then a velociraptor came by, eviscerated the crew and Jeff Goldblum (who required the use of my telephone but ended up stammering on about absolutely nothing and never making a call), and I was finally able to ride.
Brianna's training wheels, manufactured by What The Hell Are We Doing Toys, LLC, would either get caught in a rut in the road and suspend her rear wheel, at which point she'd shout "exercise bike!", or they would just plain flat come loose and make her fall over. How that last one happened, I don't know. When I tightened those bolts, I got a four foot piece of black pipe and used it as a cheat to tighten those suckers down. Maybe they were too tight, somehow. Some sort of rollover event for hex nuts. I dunno.
I still can't bike all the way up the hill I live on while pulling Rachel in the little bike cart thing. I think I beat my personal record, but my legs were wobbly and I was a bit nauseous afterward. Guess I need to keep practicing and get into shape.
Sarah had one of our neighbors help her do some dumpster diving, and brought home a used wooden swing set. If I didn't know any better, I'd assume she pulled it out of the ground herself and stole it. It's obviously a bit weathered, but it's not in bad shape at all. Swings, a slide, a rope net thingy, monkey bars, and a "rock wall" were all part of the contraption. It was just sitting on the curb, next to discarded magazines and goat entrails. The kids aren't going to care that it's not brand spanking new, and I just saved myself a thousand bucks, easy. What's the most astonishing thing you found on the curb? Did you go back and get it?
If it's June 8, 2007 or later, then the contest is over. Sorry ya missed it. I'll be posting the entries soon, as promised and required by federal law, and you can begin voting. Good luck to all contestants!
Hope that makes up for the past couple days. Just a little? Maybe?