August 8, 2011

Dear Legs,
Thanks for the days when I want to bike and you don't really feel like it.

Dear Shelly,
Thanks for being hot and awesome and leggy and funny and tall. You remind me of someone I know and love very well.

Dear Water Bottle I Found on the Ground that One Time,
Sometimes when you almost kill me on my bike and I just leave you right where you flew off my cage, I feel bad, but then I remember how I found you on the side of the road in the first place and somehow I feel like the karma balances out. Thanks for that.

1 comment:

  1. I have given this much thought and decided that this is my favorite blog post ever. Made my day. And week.