20 June 2010
Boy, was that flea market a waste of time. I netted $12. Nancy and I are going to do craft shows, not flea markets, from now on.
Anyway, I was halfway to Pennington, riding along with Mike B, on my way to leading today's ride, when I realized I'd forgotten to put on a bra.
This means one of two things: either my ta-tas just aren't that bodacious, or my sports bras are so worn out that it no longer matters if I wear one or not. Regardless, I made sure to avoid big bumps. I didn't want to bruise my chin.
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Welcome to the Hill Slug Chronicles blog. Herein you can follow the adventures of Our Lady of Perpetual Headwinds and her fellow Hill Slugs as they pedal their way around central New Jersey in search of new scenery and a good cup of coffee. Pace-pushers are not welcome.
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