Search and Rescue

Farooq went for a bike ride yesterday. And got lost. He was on a Metropark bike trail, so he wasn't like lost in the wilderness, but he didn't know where he was, so he was lost.

He called me to come pick him up. Problem #1- I didn't know where he was. Problem #2- HE didn't know where he was. Problem #3- He had a bike with him and I drive a car. Solution- "call Dad."

We did find him, eventually. Turned out he had ridden 23 miles and the only way back that he could figure out was to just turn around and ride another 23 miles back. His legs said, "We don't think so!"

After we got home and he had showered and we had eaten dinner, he came to me and whispered, "Mom, my perennial hurts."

ROFL....

I think he meant perineum.

Are you kidding me?

It's May!

May 29, to be exact.

This morning, when I stumbled into the kitchen at 6 a.m., it was 34 degrees out.

Yes, I said 34.

With frost.

Let me review: May 29, 34 degrees, with frost.

Toto, we're not in Texas anymore, that's for dang sure.