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August 18, 2005

Dude, Where's My Bike?

From Michelle, muttering curse words under her breath in Rotterdam...

I love Brenda. I really, really love Brenda. Brenda and I go everywhere together. She is one faithful constant in my life. I totally depend on her. We go to the supermarket together, we go to the cinema together, we go to Jef and Dan's bar together. We go absolutely everywhere together. At least we did until the other day when...

Some horrible, mean, unscrupulous, thieving person with a pair of industrial strength metal cutters hacked off the security chain and RUTHLESSLY STOLE MY BRENDA!

And yes, I think it's absolutely normal to love my bicycle and to give her a name.

Anyway, this is what I looked like when I discovered that supermarket shopping would now have to be done on foot, and life would have to go on without Brenda...

Michelle, off to Copenhagen for the weekend tomorrow - so there is bound to be a problem with the train to Amsterdam airport, which will probably involve a $150 cab ride and being on standby for the flight...

Posted by Michelle at 1:44 PM | Comments (1)

Comments

Sorry about losing Brenda. Well, having her stolen. But glad they got the comments fixed and you got the pic under control.

Posted by: beejay at August 18, 2005 11:33 PM