Share the road...Not in Chesapeake

So, Joe gets up today after working all night last night and has lunch with the family. We needed a few things from the store so we went up stairs to get dressed...yes it was noon and yes we were still in our jammies... any who... We got dressed and got our bikes out , put the kid cab on the back and with out saying anything we were off... Today we were not as excited about our decision. I read last night online ( I know I should never, ever read how to lists because I always take them to heart and follow them to a "T") about general "Must do's" when tour biking. There is a name for this insanity. Tour biking,, any way, again.. It said that you should always ride on the road. The road is the safest place to ride a bike... not the sidewalk. I could not wait to ride with the traffic... I just knew people were going to be patient and nice, sharring the road with this little biking family. WRONG! Something happens to drivers when they get behind a bike. I got cussed at by soccer moms in their mini van...I got the evil eye from a school bus driver... I got honked at by an old man in a Crown Victoria...the list goes on and on.. I don't know if you know this about me but I have a little temper. By the time we were half way to Target I was LIVID! Sounds crazy, I should have just let it go I know...I was so angry at these crazy drivers that we turned around and just went to stinky old Bloom... But... Mark my words WE WILL GET TO TARGET!!!  I should also point out that I later drove to Target. Hey, we are all weak sometimes.


*SMALL SIDE STORY OF OUR EVENTFULL DAY*

Later this same day after Joe had gone to work and the kids and I had eaten dinner I decided to be super productive and do the touch up painting that needed to be done before our move tomorrow. I was on a roll.. My molding looked brand spanking new.. I moved onto the toddler bed that I had posted so that the lucky new owner had a fresh new coat of paint on their new bed... Just as I was finishing the last spot the can of paint turned over onto our carpet...UGHHHHH. I could do nothing but stare at the growing blob of paint on my carpet for what seemed like an hour... When I finally pulled my self back into reality I called my neighbor frantically and asked to borrow her car ( Remember, Joe is at work...) She agreed. I got the kids in the car. Sure, Ryder only had one boot and no shorts on but hey, EMERGENCY!!! We drove to the Food Lion and I said to the cashier " I spilled paint on my carpet, I need a rug doctor!!" She looked at me like I was stupid... but she started the transaction... when we were almost through, almost out the door with our solution( Rug Doctor.) The cashier turns to me and asks for my I.D. of course I just lost my D.L and Mil I.D. So there I am, almost in tears, the babies are acting like wild animals I said "Please, I don't have an I.D., I lost them... is there anything I can do??"  ...there wasn't. Joe had to come all the way home from work, rent the stinking rug doctor and go back to work. I got the paint out of the carpet using pure acitone and carpet solution... I spilled the other half of the can of paint a couple of hours later... The answer to the question you may be asking yourself is NO I did not finish off the huge bottle of wine I have in my fridge..I did however take some cheese grits and sugar toast to bed with me......