Ok so I wake up today around 330pm looking forward to a nice ride. It's low 70's right now and I figured It would be close to mid 60's by the time I am done...

Fuggin great weather...

1st I can't find my keys. I few calls to the wife and we find them... good!

So then I suit up, and take the bike out to warm up... I get my camera ready in the backpack, and pick a helmet <--- yes I know I have helmet issues.

I'm just about ready to go and I reach for my gloves...

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They are not where they are supposed to be.

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So I start looking for them only to realize I still have a million fucking boxes to unpack in the garage and I can't fucking remember where the fuck I put the fucking things

By now I have wasted enough time and its supposed to get dark in a few hours so I am so fucking pissed I am about to blow my fucking lid!

I go upstairs (garage is basically the basement) and see that the microwave in the kitchen is now reading 530pm. FUCK!!!!

That puts me in an even worse mood because sunset is around 630pm... BULL FUCKING SHIT!!!!

I call the wife and she thinks they are in the truck, so she checks and sure enough they are there with HER boots. I guess we still have some shit in the truck.

Well that does it... I'm too fucking pissed to go and get on the bike now, and I am not riding without my gloves. So I got suited up for not a fucking thing.

I am madder than a hungry Ethiopian chasing a donut rolling down hill.

But wait it gets better... I just sat down to write this shit and the laptop says its 445pm.

So I still had time... it just wasn't meant to be today...

Ok I'm off to fix the fucking clock on the fucking microwave!