Over the weekend Scott asked me what I wanted for my birthday and I just about wigged out because my birthday is in a couple weeks and I'm going to be turning old. And by old I mean, 26. The age where I am no longer on my parents insurance. Does this mean I have to start calling myself an adult? Not sure how I feel about that.
I told him I want a bike. Preferably a Harley.
I want a bicycle. One of those old school ones with the basket in front for
Toto Tyson. I think Tyson would love it and I know I would. There are so many cool rail trails near us and while I love walking them, I want to bike so badly. Scott & I have also recently discovered some bike trails near the water that we are just dying to explore. I have my eyes on a mint green beauty. :)
You know what else I asked for? One of those wine sippy cups. You know.... the water bottle with the wine glass in it. For when I'm biking. Just kidding. Maybe.
And I want one more thing. A day near the beach. Or on it. Whichever. Maybe I can bike to the beach while drinking out of my wine sippy cup. Perhaps that is too dangerous.
After all, I don't need to be putting my health at risk seeing as though I'll be on my own for health insurance beginning on my birthday. #lame.