Like Crazy

Yesterday Riley HAD to study for his finals, so I decided that I would stay out of his hair and not distract him. It was so nice outside so I decided to ride my bike to the Creamery to get milk. We buy three gallons for five dollars at the Creamery and we go through them like crazy. Crazy! I think its because we eat so much cereal (cereal=cheap), or maybe its because my husband has a bottomless stomach.

When I was at the Creamery I saw a couple from our old ward buying HALF a gallon of milk. Okaaaay. I could barely hold the three gallons of milk while I was standing in line, plus I was buying five times as much as them. I looked like a fool.
Then...
I put two gallons of milk in my basket and one in a sack on my handlebars. I was looking good. The whole way home I was going super slow because the gallon weight on the right side of my handlebars was making me drift to that side and I couldn't control my bike very well with the weight.

The milks. And yes, I park my bike in our spare room. I don't like bike racks, okay?

I thought to myself, it would be the funniest sight to see this girl crash on her bike and see three gallons of milk go flying everywhere. And for a millisecond I hoped it would happen so that I could tell that story. (it would have been hilarious) And the next millisecond I thought, No. Not worth it. I'm glad my common sense came in during the second millisecond.

Sidenote: in order to make it so that Riley would not be distracted, I got myself a chick-flick from the Red Box. I told him I was doing him a favor because if I got some action movie like Ghost Protocol, he would have wanted to watch it with me, so I had to get the chick flick. But really I just wanted to watch Like Crazy. And I did. And I liked it.