Twenty Damn Seven Years Young......

LOOK WHAT I GOTS....Saturday morning Pat went out to "look for" my birthday present. Due to our tiny apartment, lack of hiding space, and inibility to keep a secret, he gave it to me immediately. I am guessing that part of the early present decision was because he wanted to ride this weekend! I was so surprised, as the bike was on top of his car, and I didn't notice it when I got in the car on two different occasions (imagine that!). *For those of you that don't know, I am ridiculously bad at noticing insignificant AND significant details.

Anyway, I was in tears and so excited to be able to hit the hills and commute around the city. Now that the weather is nice I have been seeing people out and about on bikes, and I was so jealous and angry that mine was stolen. I really didn't expect this great of a gift. I am pretty sure it exceeded the excitement when I received my pink and purple dirt bike from Santa in 1987!