Me

Picked up my bike from Robbie last night. I can go almost ten minutes without coughing now. There are no body parts hurting from the bump with the car. Other than the cough, I've shook the pneumonia. I even lost ten pounds during that ordeal. Work is almost caught up. Mama is traveling for work as of tomorrow, but she's going to Vegas, so I have my suspicions. There will be much pasta and pizza being eaten here at Stella Sola this coming week.

But now I must go ride, because I just can't have it that Kid #1 is faster than me.

Here's mine:


Here's Peter's: