My husband threw a fit after I suggested buying a milk crate and zip tying it to the cargo rack on Ariel.
“Why don’t you just put a crate of chickens on the back while you’re at it.”
Of course, he’s about to get his own motorcycle tomorrow। In anticipation of this momentous occasion, he wore his motorcycle helmet this evening while surfing his political blogs and emitted ‘vroom vroom’ noises
now and then.
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