One of the things about me is that I’m prone to the “fire, ready, aim” approach to a lot of things. And over the years, I’ve learned the valuable lesson that if the thought of something makes me giggle for more than 10 seconds, I probably shouldn’t do it because it’s probably illegal, immoral or would result in a beating.
This weekend’s giggle litmus test: I thought it’d be hilarious to send a stripper to a friend’s kid’s bar mitzvah. Granted, this would put me in the Asshole Hall of Fame, but it’d be funny. But then again, I also think it’d be funny to send a stripper to a wedding shower.
On another note, I had a “leisurely” 55 mile bike ride today. I wish my new handlebar and stem would arrive because I felt kind of sore – but not as bad as it was before the fitting.