A couple of weeks ago I was headed on an errand trip into town. I had my list all neatly divvied up between all my stops, and I headed out the door. But I got to the first stop and lo and behold! I couldn’t find that list anywhere. I called Jason (thank goodness for cell phones!), and together, we attempted to re-create the list from memory (ha!). But when I got to the second stop, lo and behold! I couldn’t find the re-created list anywhere. Needless to say, I came home without all the things I was supposed to get, but I did come with another sign of aging: a golf cart. The real kicker is that not only did I come home with a golf cart, I left my motorcycle there. Yep, I traded in my purple and chrome cruiser for green plastic and lots of seat room (I might need that extra room in a few years, you never know). What can I say? Any cool points I might have once earned, have left the building indefinitely. Sigh. I did, however, keep my helmet and cool studded saddle bags…you just never know when you might need those things on a golf cart.