beckie saw this, and the box, and thought I ganked it from a dumpster.   i have been known to do that. But no, again the day is saved by several feet of duct tape wrapped round the hand pump. I don’t want my dinner to spill.

It went like this…

i was biking the kids home from school, as per usual. Minding my own business. There was an artsy-walky thing going on at school. Little did i know. Hence our fashionably late arrival. Kids pranced around, showed me paper machete, and ran themselves retarded on the playground. By the time they were hungry, they’d nearly won the party, with an abundance of pizza and a dearth of eaters. $5 firesale, we took 2.

i was gonna strap it to the roof with bungy, wrap it up in a grocery bag in my pack, until G volunteered Alana to hold it.

Me: Alana?
Alana: i don’t want to
Me: pizza!
Alana: *gnom gnom gnom*

I’m a thinker like that. Its 4-20.

It sat on top of her like a delicious blankey.   She still howled and begged me to take her up and then down the big hill again. I’m scheming up an interval workout, soon, really really soon. But not tonight. When we pulled into garage she was hiding under it.   For a second i actually thought she fell out.