For as much as I complain about cyclists on the road, I am embarrassed to admit that I have become one of "them." Pretty much this summer-turned-fall weather is perfect for bike riding and I am loving it. My butt, however, is not so much loving it. Tell me, is there any cure for the sore butt bones that bike riding causes?
Could my butt bones ever possibly recover from all this bike riding?
This time last year I was in the last few weeks of planning our wedding!
Why did I ever think it was a good idea to date that loser guy?
And that other loser guy?
I'm so glad to be done with dating.
Marriage is so great, especially when Boise State wins important games.
Is anyone going to buy all these leggings I just ordered?
I'm not even going to make dinner tonight.
I love the camera inside my phone.
I returned home after an hour of sensory exploration to find that flies had reproduced in my kitchen. Is there anything more disgusting than a kitchen full of flies? I think not. Well, only maybe when fly guts are smeared across the kitchen window.