It's that time of year when I want to ride my motorcycle to school because the weather is so gorgeous in the afternoons. The mornings....not so much.
This morning I decided to ride the Harley. The temperatures were pleasant enough, so I was willing to go through the extra trouble.
Riding the motorcycle means I have to transfer my calendar, phone cord, school keys, cell phone, driver's license holder, and wallet from my regular school bag to a bookbag that I wear on the motorcycle. It also means I have to take shoes, shirt, hair thingies (theoretically, and not after tomorrow), and lunch in the same bookbag.
Today I was wearing a blouse with a tank top under it, so I put on the tank and a t-shirt over it. When I ride the motorcycle I leave my hair wet and ATTEMPT to fix it when I get to school. I have hair gel, hairspray, hair dryer, curling iron, and brush at school, along with a vast array of other toiletry items.
Hubby glanced at me and said, "You're going to need a jacket."
I resist wearing jackets most of the time, particularly the leather one because it makes me feel like a trussed-up hog, and particularly on days when I won't need the jacket in the afternoon. I'm willing to suffer a little (I SAID A LITTLE) in the morning for a nice ride in the afternoon.
I reluctantly put on a sweatshirt over the t-shirt and tank top that I was already wearing. I had on capris and sneakers, but my legs don't get cold.
I nearly froze on the 8-mile ride to school. It's so hard to predict how it's going to feel on the bike compared to how it feels standing in the yard.
I hate it when he's right.
But it surely was nice coming home this afternoon. With three shirts stuffed in my bookbag.