This may be the first time I put a jersey and sweatpants over my jammies which consist of a t-shirt and cut off Zubaz (thanks Kruse) to drive the multi-talented Mrs to work. We get our taxes done in historic Saint Anthony this afternoon so no biking today.
I did stop at Midtown for a hot cup and some conversation. I offered some women a dollar to take the toe clips off her Rockhopper but she said she needs them. I think that track racers should be the only cyclists to use toe clips but then WTF do I know. I don't like them for myself because my feet are big enough to stomp out 3 alarm fires.
Let's not leave out the grocery shopping where I only had 3 items on my list and had to run back because I almost forgot 1 item. Don't put the milk in the bag, homeboy.
I filled up the bird feeder and briefed my neighbor down the block and picked up part of a car bumper his neighbor conveniently moved two houses down instead of just walking it to the garbage.
Noon baseball, son, noon baseball!