As of this moment, barring unforeseen pavement luge incidents, I will be IN!
I just hope that mean Augie won't make me wear a dress.
At least, one that isn't my color.
For the love of Baldy, would someone please buy my bikes?
For the next several days I will be telling a true abdenture from my own life. It seems harrowing, and will involve a sighting of Richard Gere, but I want to share this for many reasons.