It was another beautiful fall evening, so I was on my bike again.The highlight: riding past a (wo?)man in the park. He was weird, and weird people are interesting. He was about 50 years old, traveling on the bike path in an electric wheelchair in the opposite direction I was. He was wearing a large, old lady-style, pink dress (the closest piece of clothing I can compare it too is the orange dress that I was forced to wear to the party at Nationals in 2001). He had close-cropped, short grey hair, in a….man cut, and lipstick. Maybe he is like UofC's sign guy ("Oh, that guy!") or maybe he hasn't left his basement in 20 years.
The lowlight: riding through so many aphids that I was afraid one might suck up my eyetube into my brain. Next time - sunglasses.
In other news: I’m now the proud owner of Penis and Vagina Pasta from Italy from Mere. She looked extra for the vaginas. Thanks Mere!
1 comment:
Penis and vagina pasta?! Oh my word, I love it. Definitely the pasta to serve with meatballs.
I must say, you're lucky it came with vaginas and not just penises, or else you'd be limited to making Pasta Fagioli.
Just make sure you add olive oil for lube . . . you wouldn't want your pasta sticking together.
And Heather, I know this goes without saying, but please be sure to wear a latex chef's hat and apron when you prepare your pasta . . . STD does not stand for Saucy Tasty Dish.
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