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Join Date: Jan 2006
Location: Moscow, ID
Posts: 1,151
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I was all ready to go for a nice long spin at about 8:00... Then Mrs. Hippie got a call from a guy in the ward who needed "emergency" help with his kids. Apparently their babysitter fell thru and he needed to be at the school ASAP for orientation (he's a new law student).
So now Mrs. Hippie has promised to babysit until around noon. As I slowly inch my way toward the bike gear I feel the pain of a billion little knives in the back of my head... I turn as Mrs. Hippie asks... are you still going for your ride? Fortunately I didn't have to answer that question... "Can't you go later today after their Mom comes and gets them?" So I end up babysitting all morning. Then Mrs. Hippie informs me that the missionaries are coming over for lunch. I KNOW I can't skip that one so now I'm stuck in the house until at least 2:30. The missionaries leave, I run a quick errand w/ Mrs. Hippie and rush home to get ready and hop on the bike... The NWS has issued a severe thunderstorm warning for the area. The wind is blowing pretty freakin' hard and according to the sattelite images I'm pretty much SOL. Damn that woman...
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