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Mike just found an old spool of dental floss in his car, leading it to resurface in our bathroom.
This isn’t just any dental floss however. According to the bold packaging label, this is “high tech” dental floss.
Does the audacity of this strike you?
I mean, we’re talking about a company that makes a glorified piece of string calling its product “high tech.”
Give me a break.
I’ve had a spider living in my shifter for roughly a month. Each night he builds a huge web around my handle bars, shifters, bike lights and bell. Each morning I grab my “spider stick” and rip away all of his hard work.
But I’m sick of it.
So I’m declaring tomorrow “National Eradicate the Bike Spider” Day.
No, National Eradicate the Bike Spider Day can’t be today. Today is National Bike to Work Day.
Here’s another “only in Boulder” for ya:
It’s only here that you’d be sitting in a coffee shop and have, at the table next to you, a young man re-dreadlocking his buddy’s hair (i.e. rolling it, picking at it, twisting it, etc), while the dreadlockee calmly works on his MacBook Air, occasionally shooting off a text on his iPhone.
Sitting in a coffeeshop on a cloudy, 65-degree day. Dad and son (maybe three years old) walk in to meet up with Mom who’s sitting at the table next to me. Her first comment, uttered with mild frustration and disbelief: “You dressed him in shorts?!” The response, slightly sheepish, but mostly defiant: “Well I’m wearing shorts …”
Would somebody steal my apartment complex’s massive recycling bins.
Industrial size.
Two of them.
My fiance Mike just told me that he dropped his toothbrush in the toilet.
I immediately asked, “Did you keep using it?”
I’m not sure what my response says about our relationship.