Not Dead Yet Sparkly Vroom!
Puppies slobbering over Frosty Paws (which I just noticed have animal stuff preserved with BHT yuck so must make some from scratch soon), school has started again (I get to study herbs and Mandarin whee!!!), hubby is typetive and writerly and hottt, I’m off to a writer’s conference in sultry Georgia in two weeks (yay Cherries!) but gotta do an overnighter for work in Denver next week (gah mile high heat), and I got myself a new toy for my birthday 2 months back (yes, I’m slow, I been busy, whadda all three a’youse readers want from me)… world, meet Sugarbutt:
She’s cute and sparkly white and sweet, thus the name. She also gets about 70-80 mpg, thus is my official commuter. To resume being ridden again after I get over this pesky headcold that has an alien in and on my face (alien + face + helmet = BAD). Woo!!! Last month I took her through the twisties in the Santa Monica Mountains for the first time, scraped the pegs on both sides, and had a glorious time. I’ve covered the Arai logo on my helmet with a glow-in-the-dark pirate monkey sticker, and have a Buff helmet liner in happy pirate print to match. Arr Sparkly Vroomm!!!
No, it has nothing to do with Cap’n Jack Sparrow being my imaginary pirate boyfriend. I’m just like this. Even though he is. Mine.