a sunny Mother's day

Yes this IS my butt. If you have a couple of axehandles, we could measure it.

DH found a wonderful place for us to start bicycle training. He loves to ride. MJ and RW love to ride. I would rather eat worms, but I try to be a good sport. On sunday we took a lovely easy sunny ride on a nice flat two-mile track with no traffic and lots of other beginners. (There was a largish party including two toddlers who still hadn't taken off the training wheels, and a dad towing a kiddy trailer just in case.) It was breezy enough to be cool and pleasant. I had really a rather pleasant time. And then DH had to get this shot to go in my "Ends" album. Oh well. It is what it is. If I keep riding the bike, will my butt get smaller?

The boss is on vacation right now, and work has been perdition on a skate board the past couple of days. The math department is abusing us with make-up midterms, and people are going nuts trying to finish up a year's worth of stale tests before the end of the term on June 11. And no one wants to do it OUR way!!

How many 18 year olds does it take to change a light bulb? Only one. She holds it up to the ceiling and the whole fricking universe revolves around HER!