Yesterday Wallene got caught up at the pool during a thunderstorm. She was a able to go inside the General Store to wait it out, but that took quite a while.
When the thunder finally let up Wallene texted me that she was going to ride her bike home. Problem was it was still raining and I could sense that perhaps the thunder hadn't quite stopped.
She knew since I didn't have the van that I was unable to pick her up, but as I am wont to do I didn't really want her biking the two miles back home in the rain.
I met her half way from home and told her we would leave her bike in the neighborhood gazebo and Daddy could get it when he came home.
Then I thought better of it.
I would like to think no one would steal her bike, but we live in such a sparsely populated neighborhood inside a resort community I wasn't too sure about the vacationers maybe thinking it was a free bike to "borrow".
So I popped the hatch, laid down the seats as best I could, put a towel over the bumper and. . .
And also that he is now a cargo van. ::grinning::
Wallene didn't want me to lift the bike in there, but I told her better me than her if my new car was going to get scratched I would have to do it.
Don't ask me how I did it, but I love my daughter [and my car] too much to let anything happen to them. [Yes, I love Wallene a whole lot more. But you have to admit, Ozcarz is kinda cute.]
Since it was raining again this morning [Surprised? me too. natch.] Steven left me the van.
Wallene can put her own bike in Murphy.
Hope you are having a wonderful Thursday. Only one more day until the weekend! Woohoo!
See ya' on the flipside Tadpoles. xo Janine