My dirty laundry

I'm out of pants.

Michael and I haven't done laundry in forever, and I am finally out of pants.

Yesterday I wore that pair. You know that pair. They're sort of in the back of the closet and you don't throw or give them away because they fit and they are okay...but you never wear them because there is just something funky about them. Well, I had to wear that pair yesterday, which means that today, I am out of pants.

Seeing as how it was too cold to wear a skirt, I went rummaging through the sweat pants stack. I found a pair of Prana yoga pants, with a little bit too much fuzz and kitty hair on them. And thats what I am stuck wearing today. Luckily, I work at a place where that is dressing up.

I hate not having pockets though.

I have no idea when we are going to get caught up on stuff at home.

I have bike parts all over my house, dirty towels on my stairwell, mud in my toaster...and no pants. But we are heading to Livermore tomorrow and will be there for the weekend to play and race in the rain and to drink all of David and Monica's wine.

This is what happens when there are no adults in the house.

There is a limit to what I will put up with however. The other day I headed over to Santa Teresa for a quick sunset ride. I was rushed but determined to get a quick ride in. My bike still had Sea Otter mud and yack all over it. And that was fine, I could deal with that.



But when I pulled the bike out of the car, I noticed that the Sea Otter number plate was still firmly attached.

Nu-uh. There is a limit to my goofyness. And riding around Santa Teresa with a Sea Otter number plate is that limit. I went searching through my car for anything to take the damn thing off, because if I couldn't, I was not riding. You know?

I tired pliers, screwdrivers and the brute force of my bare hands and that plate would not budge. I was starting to bum out. But fortunately, I found this goofy ass Pink Swiss Army knife thingie that my former work gave me when I left (i dunno) and the little pull out scissors did the trick. I couldn't shift real well, mud was still clinging to the frame and I didn't have enough air in the tires. But the ride was all good.