Tuesday, June 2, 2009
The high point of my day, and the funniest thing you'll read all week
Ok, the bike thing. I made it an extra 1/2 block up Home Road before I had to get off. So I'm officially riding to 21st Ave. When I got off I stood around looking ultra casual and took drinks from my water bottle. In reality I was waiting for my heart to stop acting like a Disney animation, and for the calves to unknot. But inside, I was celebrating! The next block is a lot longer, so I think my progress won't be as good as it has been so far. I am thinking of borrowing BFML's mountain bike to see how I do with more gears.
And I saw something horrific tonight. (I have big black dog syndrome... I'm not proud of it, but it's true).. It was like a slow motion dream sequence really... A young man and woman seemed to have crashed one or more of their bikes, and they were standing over two downed bikes which took up more than one lane of the bike path. She has a big black dog on a leash, but she's engaged in the bikes, not the dog. I was coming up to them, and a jogger was just coming around them (because they were taking up his entire lane). As he passed, the dog lunged at the jogger. As I passed him, I saw him lift his arm, which had been bitten and was bleeding. If it wasn't for him, it would have been me. Phew.. jogger, thank you for taking one for me.
Now, the funny.
I caught a whiff of smoke... the tiniest smell, and I asked BGA to check to see if anything was in the oven? Nope he says, nothing. Nothing but the mouse.
Excuse me, what?
We have two teenage girls and a 10 y/o boy in this house, and the pandemonium that ensued was very, very, very funny. There is some concern about mouse fumes on Sunday night's roasted chicken, or last night's home made mac and cheese. Poor little beast. I don't think it had a particularly nice ending. Question is, how did it get in there?