Rain
Riding home from work into the thick, dark, Irish grey evening and a head wind. The rain is gently, steadily setting in on me but I'm warm now that I'm half an hour into my ride.
I'm lovin' it.
I may not love it after I've sat damp in the chiro waiting room for forty minutes but right now I am.
I definitely won't be when I leave the chiro and battle the ten times colder wind on my way home but I'm lovin' it now.
And there's a hot shower waiting for me at home and pumpkin just begging to be made into soup.
I've said it before and I'll say it again; I love winter.
Call me crazy.
Favourite thing today: my arse. It's gonna look great come spring...if I keep this up.
I'm lovin' it.
I may not love it after I've sat damp in the chiro waiting room for forty minutes but right now I am.
I definitely won't be when I leave the chiro and battle the ten times colder wind on my way home but I'm lovin' it now.
And there's a hot shower waiting for me at home and pumpkin just begging to be made into soup.
I've said it before and I'll say it again; I love winter.
Call me crazy.
Favourite thing today: my arse. It's gonna look great come spring...if I keep this up.
posted by Darcy at 8:07 PM
12 Comments:
It's like you're reading my mind (or following me).
I just went on a ride, got really wet and dirty, then came home to a particularly hot shower and my favorite tracky dacks.
Mind you, I had a curry not a soup.
yeah. like... whatever.
you're arse looked great in winter.
save me some soup?
your arse. YOUR.
*goes to bed*
*takes wine bottle*
OK,
You're crazy Darcy.
Actually, not entirely, because you are right about one thing: home-made pumpkin soup is essential for winter happiness, and anyone who hasn't experinced the joy of making their own (especially out of oven-roasted pumpy) needs to get their asses in the kitchen and find out what their missing!
And you like riding: I think I love you (and I'm not going to use Rogue's "is that to soon line", I just do. So there).
"Pumpy"?
Will you call me pumpy if we get married M!key?
And Locket, everyone's arse will look hot if I have anything to do with it so you just relax. I'm riding for Australia.
Oh gawd, how you have misconstrued me... (I should never have said that, how embarassing) You know I was referring to pumpkin Darcy, but I'd happily call you anything your sweet ass desires! Ride on!
PS: maybe if we both ride doubly hard, we can pull Lockets ass in on the deal? ;-)
I smell a whiff of Mustang Sally on the breeze.
hmm. contraversial.
I have that effect: come back and abuse me further Kid A! Don't go silent now.
Try Mel 40H8, sweetness.
Hey wait a minute. I am a real girl!
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