skip to main |
skip to sidebar
We had a wonderful ride. Headed over to Crane MO., around 90 miles. Actually found that great little Catfish House OPEN. YIPPEE. Had a nice lunch, rode on down to Roaring River and watched all the trout fishing.
Now for the bad news... I went to turn my bike around and didn't have a lot of room between me and a curb. (should have backed it up a little more) I had the bike in 2nd gear instead of 1st and when I gave it some throttle, it died and jumped and hit the curb. It went over sideways to the left landing on the curb and a couple trash cans. I was kind of pinned under it but managed to wiggle out. Perry saw me down and under the bike and jumped off his bike to run over, forgetting that he had lifted his kick stand and BANG.... down went his too. If we weren't a couple of pitiful looking bikers! I can out unscathed, however he has a small dent (soon to be repaired) on his tank where his turn signal hit.
In case you're not any smarter than me, don't let a 3 year old play with a bunch of nail polish in the living room. Ellie loves to go upstairs and dig out all of Tara's old nail polish that didn't make the move with her. She brought a basket full downstairs, we went in the bathroom and she chose a different color for each finger and toe. (Wish I'd thought to get her picture). Afterward, she brought them in the living room but had a towel on the coffee table so I thought, "What could it hurt." I look up and she's down on the floor getting ready to touch up a toe with the blue. I told her if she was going to do that, at least go over to the tile in the foyer. She gets up to go over and trips over the nail polish and it makes a puddle about 2" around right in the middle of my living room carpet. I run and get the bottle of nail polish remover and start scrubbing, which of course doubles the size of it in seconds. I used the WHOLE bottle, scrubbing away. Tara calls and I tell her I have NO TIME to talk... She calls back, after checking out the internet and says to squirt Barbosol shaving cream on the stain and work it in with your fingertips. I run in the bathroom and believe it or not, actually had Barbosol. We squirted and Ellie & I used the ole' finger tip power (and more prayer) and then I used a damp rag with Dawn on it, mainly to try to get the smell of the remover out. Low and behold, and really not sure which one did the trick, but you can not tell where that puddle was. I'm a happy camper!! We quit while we were ahead and went and played at Lakeside Park until Mama got off work.
