A swimming pool is never better than following a 25-mile bicycle ride in 90-degree heat.
See above regarding three beers.
I'm lamenting how short summer is, and it hasn't even started.
I haven't started studying for my gymnastics judging test yet because I haven't received the flash cards I ordered.
Post-planning is the most ridiculous waste of a teacher's time. Why plan something at the end? Going out to lunch is the only thing it's good for.
It's 104 days until our college football season kicks off.
I think I'm married to the only man in the world who won't even grill, much less cook anything else.
I wonder how we figured out bicycle routes before we had cell phones with GPS on them.
This time next week I will be in the Bahamas.
It will also be my 13th anniversary.
This time the following week Katydid and I will have finished the first day of BRAG.
I am going to replace the GPS for the bicycle because the one I had won't work anymore. It is not longer even conceivable that we ride without one. The roads are marked. There are signs at every turn. We are never out of sight of other riders. We still insist on a GPS.
This will be the 19th consecutive year I've ridden in BRAG. That's longer than both of my first two marriages combined.
Every time I grill corn, I wonder why I bothered with a main dish. The corn is good enough by itself.
I hate, hate, hate to see our baseball team lose in the bottom of the 10th inning.
We haven't seen any hummingbirds this year. But the nectar in the hummingbird feeder is disappearing.
I hope my headache goes away by morning.