Actually, no.
Let’s amend that to no motorcycle yet.
Building off of last week’s anniversary blog…
Consider this a sequel of sorts.
Sadist that I am, I simply can’t have a good time without conducting myself like a glutton for punishment.
On the morning of my anniversary, I started off the day by going to work.
I got off early enough for us to still get out and do things, I reasoned, so I didn’t really need to take the day off.
So I went to work.
And I sliced a gash in my leg on the corner of a cardboard box.
I probably should’ve stayed home.
But at least I arrived home to a nice surprise.
My husband had gotten me a portable Shiatsu massager.
I put that sucker to work as soon as I yanked it out of the box.
And used it nonstop throughout that afternoon and evening.
Which led to bruising myself from prolonged use as I attempted to work out the billion tension knots in my neck.
Which hasn’t stopped me from using it every single day for the last week.
With my younger son’s help and insistence, my son…uh, I mean, husband, received a lovely video game for our anniversary.
Need for Speed Payback.
Because nothing says Happy Anniversary like a racing game.
In my defense, my child and I wandered each and every aisle at Target ten times over while hauling an overflowing hand basket.
Which was equal to the weight of a baby elephant.
Because it was loaded down with a dozen bottles of açaí Vitamin Water that my child had tossed in.
And so we kept switching off basket-carrying duties as we continued to look for the perfect anniversary gift for the good part of an hour.
Somehow, we eventually settled on a PlayStation game as the perfect present.
At least my son…I mean, husband, has been thoroughly enjoying his new game.
Anyway, we didn’t actually make it out to dinner on our anniversary.
Because we decided to stay home and watch The Martian on Netflix.
So the following evening, we ventured into a nice little Italian restaurant we’d been talking about trying for the past couple of years.
And get this:
There were actual people in this restaurant!
And our waiter was not intoxicated!
Perhaps we should have asked the guy to quickly guzzle a few beers in an attempt to replicate our horrid seven-years-prior Greek restaurant anniversary experience?
Right.
We enjoyed some fried ravioli.
And lasagna.
And homemade bread.
No greasy, slimy, rock-hard monstrosities whatsoever.
The bartender even made a little chocolate syrup heart in my chocolate martini.
It was undoubtedly one of our better anniversary dining experiences.
So that was nice, for a change.
Now, as for our first-ever motorcycle we’d been contemplating buying back?
Turns out the dealership’s asking price was much too high.
Almost as much as we had sold it for two years ago.
And so we put in a more reasonable offer.
They declined.
Typical used vehicle over-inflation nonsense.
I guess there’s only one thing left to do:
Operation Steal Back Our Bike!
We do still have one spare key.
We could easily go in and get it back.
Just pop the key in and take off like bats out of hell.
Or not.
Because then I’d have to change this post title to Dinner and Jail.
~Happy Saturday, friends! Have a great weekend!~
Well, hello again, green Ninja!
comically quirky 
Haha! I like that last bit – dinner and jail. However, it is good to know you had a ‘normal’ anniversary with no extraordinary ‘not so good’ memories that can add to another anniversary 😉
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Yes, but normal is so boring! 🤣🤣🤣
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Oh yes! When you have seen the ‘fun’ bits, normal tends to get boring!
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I agree; normal is sooo boring! 😜
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LOL 😂 You are a stitch! (That old school for someone who inflicts pain for making someone laugh so hard their stomach hurts) ❤️ 🧡 💛 💚 💙 💜 I hope you get your motorcycle back. I think it’s highly unfair That the dealer could not understand her deep need for the bike. What a dork. 🤑
I love this post. And what a lovely picture of you and pretty lime green bike. Love you. You always make me smile. 🌻 🌞
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As of right now, the bike is still sitting at that dealership. I guess if it’s meant to be, we’ll end up with it again. And by that, I mean they’re gonna have to lower the price to something a little less absurd, because I’m not really in the mood for jail. 😛
Hope you’re having a great week! Love ya! ❤
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You should see if your followers would be willing to raise enough bail money, then scheme accordingly. If nothing else… plead temporary insanity then show the court your blog to back up your claim.
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You always have the best ideas! I’m gonna have to keep this one in mind… 😛
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T’is better not to borrow the bike, than spend time in the pokey!
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Oh, I agree. Really, I do. I think. 😛
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I’d double dog down dare you to “borrow” and then return the bike, but if you got caught, I couldn’t bear thinking that I played any part in your madcap caper! Hilarious post! Happy anniversary!
M.L. James aka Mona
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Eh, I’m tired just thinking about how I might go about coordinating theft, a potential police pursuit, and jail time. 😛
But hey, at least I got a nice reunion picture with the faithful green Ninja. We shall see what happens next… 😀
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Ha ha! This is so funny. I love the “gifts” you received (racing games are important 😊 ). And the taking back the bike thing is great.
I hope your leg is doing better! Take good care of yourself, and happy weekend.
Blessings
Debbie 💜
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Thank you! My leg is healing quite nicely. 😁
Hope you’re having a terrific weekend!
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. . . But that bike could outrun most police cars! 🚓
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This is true… 😆
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Please no lol I don’t want you to be the newest mentor Orange is the New Black.
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Totally agree with K. Don’t do anything crazy here. ha.
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I promise I won’t do anything excessively crazy. 😉😆
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Okay, okay. Bike snatching is officially off the to-do list. 😜
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