Actually, it's the smell of latex that's making me high.
We did something today we have never, ever done before. We took all four of our children down to Wal-Mart and bought them bicycles. I've wanted to get them bikes for several months now, and when our income tax refund came in, we decided that's what we should do with part of it. I didn't have a bike growing up and I'm kind of weird about wanting stuff for my kids that I didn't have, so today was fun for me, maybe even more fun for me than for them.
They've had bikes from the DI before, but the bikes never really fit and they were beat up to start with and you know how it is.
But, see, I didn't think about getting a bike lock, and I don't want to set the new bikes outside overnight without a bike lock. And it's late on Saturday night and I'm not going back out to get a bike lock. So the bikes are in the living room overnight -- we're going to get a lock on Monday -- and we'll set them outside during the day (you know evil loves darkness and they never would get stolen in daylight).
New bike tires really smell, you know that?