I made my stop, went to light up the bike to get to the restaurant and...it was dead. Not just a little dead. It was all dead. I called the number on my H.O.G. (Harley Owners Group) membership card and requested they come to haul my bike home. While I waited, I called Tammy at the restaurant and told her I wouldn't be making it. She was so sweet. She brought over my usual breve latte' with two Splenda™ while I waited for the hauler and that was the beginning, middle and end of my night out with the girls.
The hauler arrived within twenty minutes (driven by a really personable young man). The bike was loaded onto the roll-on flatbed and I was delivered back home by 9 pm.
Realizing that this doesn't make for either 1) and interesting post, or 2) anything crafty or inspirational, I'm going to share another cute corgi photo and promise you a fun post tomorrow when I'll be featuring a really cool blog I've discovered!
Leave it to Tag to save the day! (I just know this is going to cost me a fortune in homemade doggie treats!)


