While visiting family up in Northern Virginia a couple weekends ago I had the luxury of getting out for a nice Sunday morning ride. Weatherman had my back as the high was to be in the mid 50's, alas that was afternoon high. Tartar sauce!
After careful embrocation calculation and selection of my favorite red argyle socks I set outside to get ready for the blast that would be with me for the next hour or more. TV says it's 45 out, it's all good.
If ever a ginormous ball of flame could be a good thing, today was that day! The sun beamed brightly and my wiener wanted to get in on some of the action!
Have a great day peeps
This should have been a caption contest-- next time.
ReplyDeleteIs that your weiner poking out or are you just happy to see me?
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