The inherent dangers of anthromorphology

Okay. Whatever.

It's a SICKNESS.

I cannot stop looking at photos and internet films of the baby pandas.

The first step is admitting you have a problem, so there you go. I think more people than we realize are in the same boat. These pictures are all OVER the net. I mean, this is a PHOTO OP for God's sake. The zoologists are acting as suppliers, the newspapers and news sites as dealers. I can't take it anymore, but I don't want to stop. So fuzzy ... so chubby ... so cuddly.

Someday, I will have a Panda outreach center, where sad people can come and hold pandas whenever they like.

In other news, I've been thinking about buying a new bike to ease my commute. Right now I ride this cool Schwinn Panther which is red and really styling ... basket, silk flowers, ribbons and all. And it's not too bad. But as fitness and frugality dictate that I ride to work at least three days a week, I now have to admit I need something a bit more HEAVY-DUTY.

So, yesterday I went to Pedal Revolution to check out the inventory. And I think I found the bike I want! it's called the Plush Ride and it is PLUSH.
But, here's the thing. I have TWO bikes already. The Panther and my 100 pound black Schwinn that is in no way practical, but is SO cool and so much FUN to ride. Where will I keep a third bike? I can't get rid of the black Schwinn because it is my FRIEND. I have assigned it a personality and believe it has feelings and needs. There will be no trade-ins, donations or (NO!!) bikes sales. I tried to palm it off on Cindy but she didn't sound too sure about being able to take care of it. Even my mom doesn't want to keep it for me. (after Egg, I can't say I blame her).

An even bigger worry is Kerplumpy. I don't know WHAT I'll do when I've saved up enough money for my mini. Mini money. Poor little Kerplumpy! So faithful and kind. I actually caught myself thinking yesterday about how lonely and bored Kerplumpy probably is because I don't drive him to work every day.

Yes, indeed. I need help.

I need to take that Ikea commercial with the lamp in the rubbish bin to heart.

But you'll NEVER take Melvin away from me.

Until later, love and kisses, xoxoxoxo