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I wanted a pony cart really bad when I was younger. I think this is why I like my bike trailer so much. It's very brightly colored, it has a flag. A lot of people smile when they see it; it's like we're a two-person parade. I try to take Connor with me when I ride to the grocery store. We usually get a bottle of Quik chocolate milk and bond while we sit on the curb and pass the bottle back and forth. So I have to be the pony, so what. Pedaling home the other day I daydreamed that perhaps I will still get a couple of pony carts (and ponies)(for the kids you know) and we'll get gussied up and join every piddly little parade around here.

My life's just too damn good right now. I feel like I ought to think up some bad things about it to get some perspective. My hair is falling out at about two handfuls a day and I've shed all over everything, very annoying. I have no health insurance. I don't get as much sleep or sex as I would like. The new Harry Potter book was worse than all its predecessors. Um. Now I feel like I'm just being smug. *sigh* This too shall pass. Most folks only comfort themselves with this in times of trial, but it applies to the good times too.