Mothers, motorcycles, and foxes?
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I’m a little late posting today because of a couple of reasons…first, my only coworker had jury duty so my downtime today was zilch, and I spent what little time there was over on My Tweeple removing twitter spammers from my follows.
Twitter‘s such an awesome thing – as long as you do a little pruning now and then.
I had the *strangest* dream over the weekend. It just sort of stuck in my head as vivid as if it had actually happened. It involved me, my mother, a motorcycle, and a fox.
My mother hates motorcycles. Thinks they’re dangerous death machines or something. So you can probably imagine my surprise when, in my dream, she pulled up in front of my house in a custom pink, glittery chopper with a sidecar, declaring that we were going on a shopping trip to Augusta.
If you’ve ever been on a shopping trip with my mother, you know there’s no way that she can fit even a fraction of what she’d end up buying on a motorcycle, even with an empty sidecar.
Oh, and she wanted me to drive.
So I throw on some clothes, she complains about my t-shirt being too tight and my shoes being “ridiculous” and she “just doesn’t know why I go out in public looking like that…” I straddle the monstrosity of a motorcycle, rev her up, and off we go.
Augusta’s about a two hour trip for us. This trip resembled, in no small part, the trip that the two Henry Joneses took in the Last Crusade. Except it was two redheaded women on a pink bike.
Somewhere along the way we reach an underpass with two of the children of one of my mom’s coworkers sitting underneath it with a bunch of cages full of fennec foxes. They’re feeding and cooing over the foxes. My mom declares, in no uncertain terms, that she must have one. So we “adopt” a fox, somehow lose the cage, and end up driving the rest of the way to Augusta with my mom in the sidecar next to me, with a fox in her lap.
I don’t know, really, whether we managed to ever get to any real shopping, because we’d just arrived in Augusta proper when I woke up and gave an appropriate “WTF?”
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