Sunday, September 27, 2009
Well, I can be distracted by shiny objects, and it certainly was shiny. I'm not saying that I will ever own a motorcycle, but....
Yesterday, I was sitting outside drinking coffee with Jan and I saw three women on Harleys. That doesn't mean I need one, right? Because I also saw three women wearing tank tops and I'm not going THERE.
As couples age, they experience a hormonal switcheroo. No, I don't expect Hubby to put wallpaper up in the garage, but I am told that he will gradually be more settled. Likewise, I hear that I will feel more wanderlust, less of a nesting instinct. (Of course, I stopped right in the middle of writing this to verify, Google-style, and I found nothing.)
This means I might have to come up with a better excuse to shop for a Harley when I'm 50.
Enjoy your Sunday, rain or shine,