Fantastic! Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry -----Original Message----- From: Kinnie Pruden <[email protected]> Sender: [email protected] Date: Tue, 19 Jul 2011 05:51:17 To: <[email protected]> Reply-To: [email protected] Cc: <[email protected]>; patti<[email protected]>; Tracy Proctor<[email protected]>; susan watson<[email protected]>; thomas cozart<[email protected]>; Pat McKinnon<[email protected]>; Neal Goodwin<[email protected]>; Katie Gaylord<[email protected]>; Gin Watson Jenkins<[email protected]>; Mary and Kris Neal<[email protected]> Subject: [COWs] This was new
So, I'm at the beach tired of being inside, eating slurpees (all meals/foods can only be eaten in slurpee form). (But thanks much to Kim for the variation with the lentil-sausage slurpee and the gazpacho! Hey, it is fantastic, really!) So, I get in a beach trip with my boys; sitting under an umbrella, big hat and hospital mask. (Dr. said no sun on wounds.) A bold teenager asks if I have cancer. I say no and return his boldness by showing him my face. :) To which he replies, "Aaaaahhhhh!" Then he redeems himself by saying, "You're still beautiful." Ha! The evening is gorgeous outside. I can't stand it. So, you guessed it, I grab my helmet (can't buckle it though) and my husband's beach cruiser and head into the neighborhood on two wheels. Yeah! No mask, wind in my face, ouch. I'm cruising the neighborhood, pass a PKS police car and wave. Soon hear a car behind me, glance back, it's the police officer. Huh? Oh no he is not! Wait for it, yep, little siren bleep (or whatever you call that). I'm being pulled over. Have my days not been weird enough?! Am I being pulled over for being too ugly? I speak first, "Hello, how's it going." He replies something to the effect, "You doing OK?" Oh I get it, he thinks I'm a victim of something! What a hoot. So I start explaining, feeling very awkward that I can't pronounce all my letters through stiff, scabby lips. I tell him about the bike accident. He asks my name. Not being used to being pulled over on my bike (Note: this is a beautiful evening in PKS-everybody is out walking dogs, biking, etc.), I not only give him my name but every other detail about me; address, how long we've had a home in PKS, etc. (Just don't take me in and question me about spousal abuse!) (It was suggested to me that I should have started the conversation with, "Hey, but you should see my husband!" That probably would have gotten me a free ride in a police car.) Anyway, it actually ends well. He introduces himself and tells me to take care, after a few comments and warnings about the crazy beach drivers. Hey, you don't have to tell me twice; uh, maybe "thrice." :) kp -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "CyclistsOfWilson-COWs" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected]. To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected]. For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/cyclistsofwilson-cows?hl=en. -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "CyclistsOfWilson-COWs" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected]. To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected]. For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/cyclistsofwilson-cows?hl=en.
