Shower caps, Bob, and Conch Shell
posted by Anonymous
I'll start with my first in a series of "training tips" I've learned since I got up off my divan and started working with Olga, my personal trainer. This one is brilliant. If your bike seat is wet, just slip a shower cap over it. The elastic grips over it beautifully, and you don't have to deal with the awkwardness of plastic bags, or worse, having a wet arse. This kind of tip is something you might find on David Scrimshaw's blog. That young man is just full of delightful ideas. He may be the most eligible bachelor in Ottawa, come to think of it. But I digress.
On to Bob - I know I worry too much about him. He is so young and sweet and innocent. I will be worried until I know he is safely back from the dangers and temptations of New York.
I'm concerned about Conch Shell, too. She is not so innocent, but her silence on the blog has caused me many a sleepless night.
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5 comments:
Aggie, why do you have that rubber shower cap snapped over your butt...?
You need worry no more my dear Agatha, i have returned safely from the dangerless manhattan, and the degeneration of ac... soon i will blog it, once i've posted all the pics (sneek peek here if you want: http://www.flickr.com/photos/mobob/) - thank you for caring, its quite touching ;)
Coyote: Did'ja nae read her post? She has the shower cap over her arse to keep it dry.
Bob: I fear there's little you can do to keep Dame Aggie from worryin'.
Aggie: Scrimshaw eligible? From what I've seen, the swab is no rocket scientist. And narry a whisker on his chin! But I must say, if that's you with the bandages off, the surgery didn't hurt.
I'm here! Here! Here! Reading, but so flustered by endless motion that I can't write.
Endless motion? Is that the new euphemism for it?
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