Describe something you wanted so badly, and once you got it, never used. 


This 642 starter my husband is going to kill me for. 

I whined so much for this thing- and used it way less than I ever wanted to. 

It was a bicycle. Not just a bicycle- but the double buggy too for the girls to go with me. 

I whined and whined and whined and begged for it. So much in fact, that Josh bought it very shortly after I asked for it just to shut me up. 

Texting:
J: Hey babe, what're you doing? 
M: Thinking about how bad I want my bike

J: What's for dinner?
M: I dont know. All I've been thinking about is my bike. 

J: Why are you tired?
M: I couldn't sleep. I was up all night thinking about my bike, 

ANNOYING responses. How he didn't kill me, I'm not quite sure. 

I finally did end up getting my bike. A pretty new blue one with a double car buggy in tow. I was so excited. I was going to get in shape, be with my girls, enjoy the spring/summer weather, and feel the wind in my hair. 

Now, to go and say that I NEVER used it is wrong. I did everyday for a solid couple of weeks. I loved it. I would get up earlier in the mornings to take the girls on a ride and would even map out new routes to go on. (Josh and I cracked up, because one route looked like a giant penis)

But... all good things must come to an end. And a quick end it did. 

One afternoon while Josh was home with the girls I decided to take our dog, Lucy, on a ride with me. Leash and dog in tow, I biked off. I decide to ride in the neighborhood next door since it was very peaceful and perfect for a small routed ride. 

I'm dumb. For as much as I plan out other rides, I did not prior thinking with this. I had never been on a walk with her in the neighborhood, let alone on a ride. Lucy is a strong dog. Not small by any means and obviously more strength than I had ever estimated.

That lesson was learned rather harshly. 

In the neighborhood there is a dog, who we all call Barkus, that is a very large sheep dog; shock collared, full forced runs, and enough barking capabilities to deafen anyone. He was performing at his finest that day as we rode by. 

I hate that dog. 

--- and now mine. 

Lucy charged. Picture this: Me, shoes scuffing the ground, brakes squealing, holding on for dear life to the handlebars cursing profanities as Lucy, barking, running, gasping for air pulling me with all her might while the brakes squeal, holds nothing back. There she blows- full steam ahead!

Boom. 

Me. On the ground. Lucy dragging me. Neighbors watching. Neighbors pointing. Giggling.

Kill me, please. Just eat me up, Barkus. You stupid, stupid dog. 

My pride. Hurt. My knees. Scuffed. My dog. Retreating. My new phone Otterbox-less.... broken. 

Needless to say, the walk of shame happened on the way home. Lucy was definitely not charging the way, but lagging behind me. I would have been afraid of me, too. 

So, in place of me whining about my new bike, the new annoying sounds were about a replacement phone. I felt like I had lost a child. I cried. I pouted. I was pathetically humiliating

Therefore, no more bike rides for me. Especially not in the stupid bark infested neighborhood. 
Ashley
10/12/2013 03:26:14 am

Bahaha

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