Seven-year-old me is giggling with excitement.
Twenty-four-year-old me is also giggling with excitement, but mainly marveling at how my TV survived the past two days without being thrown out the window.
~Shayne
I don’t remember the exact parameters of this game, but Shayne told me that we should have a contest to see which of us rode our bikes more.
Yesterday I racked up 2km to his 3.5km.
Today? I think that I’ve done about 50km. Shayne? How much’d you do?
[23:35] Shayne: 50?
[23:36] rozie: yeah
[23:36] Shayne: today?
[23:36] rozie: yeah
[23:36] Shayne: …
[23:36] Shayne: where?
[23:37] rozie: fernwood -> ymca -> thetis lake -> fernwood = ~30
fernwood -> soho computers -> estevan village -> fernwood = ~15
round trip to work = ~5
[23:37] Shayne: thetis?
[23:37] Shayne: when?
[23:37] rozie: this morning after rep reebok
[23:37] Shayne: we need an intervention
[23:37] Shayne: you’re fucking sick
Rozie bought me groceries when she lived here:
so pretty much everything I’d buy, but in a much smaller quantity. I just made the pizza. Problem: it needed to go on a tray, and mine wasn’t big enough…
Solution – the same as cooking with the Foreman: if it doesn’t fit…
~Shayne