clothes that would be hideous on 99.9% of the population

Regis is watching one of those loathsome movies about the end of the world. Some nuclear war thing. I don't like to think about that much less see it represented visually on a big screen. If you can call a 19 inch tv a big screen. It's hideous...perpetual winter and the faces are blue and frost covered and everybody talks in those old soap opera urgent voices. Who needs that kind of nightmare?

We went to the bike shop to pick up my new bike. It was damn cold standing in their parking lot while they attached the rack to the car. They are so careful to give you instructions on every part of the experience but in this cold, who cares. If the thing flies off at the first intersection, oh well.

We cruised around the shop for a while as we waited. Did you know there are bike outfits that are made of very fitted nylon with padded seats and little skinny straps? They're called bib cycling shorts. I told Regis we should buy some but one of the neighbors might (most likely would) call the cops. He said it would be so creepy we would probably call the cops on ourselves.

Time to go and turn the mattress pad up to high and crawl in with a book. Happy spring. What kind of mittens does a guy wear in April?

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Anonymous said…
I called your brothers in Fargo tonight. They had 6 to 8 inches of snow today and plugging all the holes where flood waters can come in; such as toilets, sinks and showers. They are o.k. yet, but what stress all those people are going through. My biggest problem is who is going to be the next American Idol.
9:03 PM
Anonymous said…
Teresa,
Biking gear is quite elaborate. When we were kids, who'd have thought Spandex would be so important for bike riding?
Jill
9:19 AM
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