Frosty morning here and have yet to get on the bike and head off to physio but took my morning walk through the mall after sending the girls off to school and grabbed a coffee and as I was limping along I hear this sound... ka chick ka chick ka chick ka chick... and I know it's her.

I'd know the sound of that walker anywhere and I know... that the game is on.

She "ka chicks" her way up beside me with her pimped out walker and I'll be damned if she didn't give me the look and if those wheels were not so small and spokeless I might have cinzano'd her with my cane.

I am sure this little old lady is on the juice... she dropped me like a bad habit as she kachicked away from me and hard as I tried, I could not hold her wheel.

Maybe tomorrow...