Some big meanie has gone and stolen the Julius Cruiser. Yes, you read that correctly. My beloved bike: gone. I have no idea how long it's been gone, you see, cause I'd been waiting to ride it til Alla's first birthday when we can get her a bike trailer (shhhhh) and take her with us. So it's likely been gone for awhile. But it's gone.
It feels a little silly to be so upset about a bike. It's just a possession. But it was sentimental. Two years ago Ron and I were done opening our Christmas gifts to each other and then in he walks with this gorgeous red bike for his wife, that he'd kept hidden at the Stahr's for this big surprise. It was the best Christmas gift.
He said to me today, "You were so happy every time you rode that bike." How could I not be? Look how cool it was.
So to the bastard that stole it, you probably didn't think it would take me this long to realize it was gone, or that I'd come to that realization on Christmas Eve-Eve, but I did. And that just sucks, you big fat Meanie.