Super Genius has went insane…. wait…
Super G. might be more insane than he was before ;) Just look what he came home with yesterday!
This my friends is what apparently happens when a man, or at least my man, has spring fever. Or what I also like to call – “Let’s-see-what-else-I-can-fit-into-the-driveway-itis”.
He buys a motorcycle.
A big obnoxiously bright blue one.
With a gold sparkly naked lady emblem on it.
That he didn’t even notice until I pointed it out. Hmmmm. Need glasses much honey? The seat’s nice and squishy though.
Truthfully, I’m not complaining, after all it’s probably partially my fault. I do complain all the time about how small the seat on the Harley is compared to the large surface area of my behind. I guess in all fairness he is just trying to get me back onto the bike this summer. I love the bike, I do… except when occasionally while riding it I look down… and realize I’m flying unsheltered down the road and my babies still need their mama (or at least I hope they do). Okay so they aren’t babies, but they still need someone to drive them to school and buy them Peace teas many times a week. I promised him I would ride this summer though and I do mean to keep that promise. I’m just not sure I’m willing to do it while seated on an explosively glittery (oh sorry I mean “metallic”) very bright blue 1976 ( yep SEVENTY SIX) Gold Wing. And that naked lady who looks a tiny bit better than me BLAH!