rode out to a friend's house for a dinner party last night and while she used to live in an old neighborhood of mine in Somerville, I seem to have completely forgotten all of my secret shortcuts on how to get there from downtown Boston. Kept on hitting red lights. all. the. freaking. time.

This morning, decided to be indulgent and stop at a swishy little yuppie bakery for breakfast. As I was picking up my breakfast biscuit with bacon, one of the other customers looked at me and said, "god, those things are so good, but so full of butter. I'm getting a heart attack just looking at it."

I pointed at my bike and said, "See that over there? That's my heart attack postponement device."