Don't quit my day job
So, on top of work, and Velo Bella, and Surf City, I am trying to remodel my kitchen.
I've spent the past few days working with a klunky little kitchen planner, placing drawers and countertops and sinks here and there. Last night, when I was all done, I was quite pleased with myself. "Damn", I thought, "This looks good. Really good. I am good at this. Do people get paid for this?"
Because you know, alternative careers are always entertained for brief moments.
And still feeling quite pleased with myself, I poured myself a glass of wine, glanced proudly at my creation on the computer screen, and realized that I had left out the refrigerator.
Urban Outlaw series has started.
Bunch a Kooks.
(photo above is from Abbiorca.com, the bestest cyclocross photographers ever. After me.)
Today was my year not to go to Interbike. Now, my work wants me to go. Ugh. As much as I love bike porn.....I can't stand Vegas.
Unless I am dancing in between tables at a Sushi restaurant.
I love my man. And I am not saying that because we are being seriously outschmooped. I am saying that because ... we are being seriously outschmooped. I brought this to Michael's attention last night (because schmoop maintenance is his responsibility, mine is like...umm......mmm... honey, what's mine?) And his reply was that they are on vacation.
Surf City is driving me nuts. You all better come race these damn things and you better like them.