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You Don’t Have To Be A Kid To Ride Your Bike
* * * “Every girl needs a turquoise beachcomber,” I said to my husband two nights ago when I convinced him that the turquoise bike featured above is a must-have for my health and well-being. “But you already have a bike,” he said. It’s true. I do. But not one that looks as cute and feminine and beachy as this one. You don’t have to be a kid to ride your bike. In the summertime, I like to ride my bike to the pool or around the neighborhood or on the three-mile path of Kinder Farm Park that is two blocks from our house. I don’t need a fancy bike,…
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Fill in the Blanks on My Birthday
WARNING: TODAY’S POST VEERS FROM WHAT YOU MIGHT NORMALLY FIND ON STEPH’S SCRIBE. YOU MAY BE SUBJECTED TO USING YOUR OWN VOCABULARY TO FILL IN THE BLANKS, ALONG WITH IMMENSE SARCASM. PUT ON YOUR HARD HAT AND ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK. There are times I’d like to throw around a curse or two on the blog, but I’m in a G-Rated-no-fly-the-curse-words-zone because my kids read it, so you’ll have to use your imagination and fill in the blanks accordingly. Kind of like Mad Libs of yore. ________ _________! That’s right. Here we go again. Yup. It’s my birthday. Good _________! Can you feel the exhilaration oozing through my pores,…
