Going green is not for me.

I decided to ride my bike to the grocery store yesterday because I only needed a few things. I thought I'd just throw the couple of things I needed into my bike basket. No problem. Preston tried to talk me into taking my car instead but you know I never listen.

As I shopped, I kept coming across something else I needed but when I looked at the cart I was still convinced everything would fit.

Until I checked out and my cart now looked like this.


Not that I'm stubborn or anything but I REFUSED to call Preston and have him come get the groceries. I had a nagging suspicion this wasn't really going to work out but I was in too deep!

I shoved as much into my basket as possible and hung the rest off the handle bars. I looked like a moron. No way around it. Seriously, as I rode across the street people laughed at me and one guy even took my picture! Oh, and make no mistake. That sucker was hard to steer with all that weight on the handle bars!



So after I ran a 12-year-old boy off the road and screamed at the same time, I hit a bump within sight of our house and a bag CONTAINING EGGS popped out of my basket on to the street. In front of a Mexican restaurant full of people eating outside. They laughed too. And they laughed even more as I waddled down the street, still straddling my bike because the kick stand wasn't strong enough to hold it up, retrieving the remnants of my eggs!


When I pulled up in front of our house and Preston came outside I thought he was going to pee his pants. I really did look so funny. And he was right but I'll never tell him that. In conclusion, I learned a tree-hugger I am not. Way too much trouble. I'll take my gas-guzzling SUV, thank you very much.