Know how I know you're gay?

You drive a Vespa to work.

Just kidding, honey. It's very hip. And bungee cording your briefcase to the front of your bike is hot. Standing on the driveway this morning, I felt like a mom taking a picture of her kid on his way to the first day of kindergarten. There's actually a big article in the Dallas Morning News Metro section this morning about how many people are buying Vespas because of gas prices. Lee has driven it to the courthouse twice now and I don't know how much he's saved in gas money, by he's saved $5 both days in parking fees so that counts for something!

Right after I took that picture, I took the big dogs for a walk, and Lucy (the black one) got attacked by our neighbors dog. Lucky, I was able to pull her back before the other dog got her, but she was MAD. Then she totally went junk yard dog on me trying to get to the other dog. She loves to meet and play with other dogs, but for some reason they always want to attack her. How could you hurt a face like that?