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It was a bike, and it was a crappy bike, but I had it since I was in 5th grade, and when it was sold at a garage sale, I cried.

It wasn't all bike related mind you, that's what started it. Maybe some of the ladies out there can sympathize, but you know when something sets you off and then you start to cry about crazy things that aren't really related. You know, the " ....and one time, in third grade, I pushed my sister down the stairs, AND I BLAMED IT ON THE DOG!" stuff. I felt totally silly. However Jeremy and I went on a legitimate bike ride with a decent bike later that evening, and despite an impressive soreness in my rump today it was quite good.

Well, my parents come to visit tomorrow so we can really crack open the wedding cabana. Oy. Pray that I form opinions because I think I've reached the point where I JUST DON'T CARE! However, after what will probably be a horrendous bedtime for the girls tonight, I only have one more day at work and then it's the weekend or getting stuff done and hanging out with my parents....good.

Plus, after this weekend, on my NEXT weekend I get to go on a road trip to Montana with some dandy people to go see some other dandy people get married. Very good.