Man I am totally stressing, and for once it’s not because I’m worried about the bike. I know exactly what’s going on with the bike. It’s safely tucked away in the welding shop where it will soon come to life again. As for me, I’m freaking out so much I feel like I might need to invest in some extra term life insurance just in case I keel over from all this stress and anxiety.

Never in my life did I think it would take so much energy and effort for 2 people to take a measly 4 day vacation. I guess it doesn’t help that Hubby has absolutely no desire to help me back. I pulled out a few of his favorite t-shirts, most of which are motorcycle related, then I dared him to touch them this week. I went to pack them this morning only to find half of them in the dirty clothes pile. Ugh.