...you walk past your car to find that yellowjackets have nested in the door!
...you walk past your car to find that yellowjackets have nested in the door!
... you almost turn to drive the car across the yard and park it by the shed where the bikes live.
(OK, check rearview mirror, back up carefully, turn into driveway, GET OUT OF THE DANG CAR.)
.........you pick your outfit based on what's easiest to pack....even on the days you Aren't riding!
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand, strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming: "Yeah Baby! What a Ride!"
I'm not even sure how to phrase this as a ...you... kind of thing, but it amuses me, nonetheless.
My dog mostly hangs out in the yard when I'm not at home, and has taken to sleeping under my van since it's always there. He has other nice shady places, and a dog house, but he likes that spot - I think because it's over nice cool gravel.
The other day I had to take the car, and when I got home, I pulled in and parked. He greeted me enthusiastically like he always does, and then went to duck under the car. He got just his nose under before coming back up looking baffled. "Where's my nice cool spot, Mom? Why is it *warm* under there??"
Silly pup!