*motorcycle update #420:
The trade in price is acceptable, so it looks like I will be a Kawboy once again, riding my trusty green steed off into the red-yellow-green sunset in search of adventures...
... much like this little green warrior I discovered after pulling the Ramp of Death away from the foundation of the house so I could excise the evil Slope of Damnation from the benign Doorstep of Non-sprained Wrists...
(*I made sure to make him a temporary cover out of a small cardboard box until the project was done and the step moved back into place)
I sprained both wrists a few hours ago by pirouetting down the red clay-infused handicap ramp and landing face first on the cement walkway in the same position as Han Solo when frozen in carbonite.
Heard both wrists let out a loud "snap" sound and thought I'd broken something.
Might have cracked a bone, don't know.
I do know that both wrists are sprained.
Thankfully, I have an oz of decent herb to help.
The Death Ramp...
(*this thing, when wet, is so slippery it's like you're weightless and out of control... until you hit the ground. This was the third time since moving here that it's happened. And it was the last time...)
(you can still see my skid marks iin the dark grey streaks where my boots went crazy) (***and, yeah, "skid marks".
)
The doorstep, after cleanup with power washer.
So, just need to fill out the loan paperwork, and take it from there.
Time to toke hard.
I popped 3 ibuprofen, and that helped a little with the pain.
Might have to take a few more in a little bit.
Alright, it's Bong:45-pm, smoke if you get 'em...