Note to self:

[chaobell]

Do not leave your bike helmet in back seat of Aunt Boss’s truck on Friday evening. If you must leave your bike helmet in the back seat of Aunt Boss’s truck on Friday evening, please notice that you have done so before you start pushing the bike towards the door to go for a ride-n-run on Sunday morning.

As I may have mentioned, I do not ride anywhere without my helmet. Ever. Not even to the corner store a block away. Not even to the mailbox. It is not done.

The punchline: just yesterday I was at Wal-Mart (having arrived there by means that were not my bike) thinking “huh, it’s probably about time for a new bike helmet,” because I replace them about every six months whether I need to or not, and then I thought “… naaaaaaaaaah, maybe next week.” So my ride-n-run turned into just a run today, oh well.

I’m guessing this missed call from Aunt Boss I found on my cell from last night was in regards to this. Woops.

In conclusion, here are two of the first plants I’ve ever managed to not kill (the basil plant which is still also alive and well is not in the picture), plus two community cats.

Originally published at Fire of Unknown Origin. You can comment here or there.