A Whack-a-doodle Day

So this is how our insane day ended... the beginning was slightly better. 

We were up at the crack of dawn to get Jake ready to play basketball with the neighbors. He left, I fell back asleep and all is well. He bounded back in the house about 90 minutes later proclaiming, "I was on fire mommy I made 70 baskets!" 

Great. Not a bad way to start the day. Moments later we were in the car, bikes loaded and water bottles filled for another biking adventure. 

We headed to VA in hopes of touring an historic little town and getting lunch, however once we got there I realized the only way in was a busy highway with no sidewalks. 

So we ventured into a new neighborhood. It was still being built, tractors and bulldozers were everywhere. We were riding on gravel, which I hate, so at the first sign of a paved pathway we were on it. 

Rolling up and down these beautiful little pathway was awesome. "I don't ever want to ride in the woods again!" Jake proclaimed. This was way too fun and nice. 

We continued on this blissful path about 2 miles then...

"Wait Jake, STOP."

"What's that up ahead?" 

"Ummm it looks like a golf cart mommy."

"Jake turn your bike around the pedal as fast as you can!"

We were out of there. Trying to outrun the golf cart guy, who was apparently the manager of this course which was about 3/4's done being built. 

Jake is asking questions while pedaling like a bat-out-of-hell now, I'm just like "ride really fast we need to get off this golf course!"

Whew, we escaped until the very end when another golf cart approached me. Before the guy could speak, I said, "clearly we're lost... we're done here!" 

Heading back home involved riding and getting beeped at by a lot of traffic. So we detoured off to a trail and logged about 5 more miles through the trees.

This was all well and good until this lady passed Jake, rode right in front of him and then decided to stop in the  middle of the trail. Yep. You guessed. Jake rear-ended the chick who was clearly clueless to any riding rules. She stopped right in the middle of the trail. 

Thankfully, no one was hurt, Jake was just rattled. I explained to him that no matter what the person in front of you does, even on a highway, that if you rear-end someone, you are at fault. Police would give you a ticket. 

"Then I have to wear a brankel acelet?" 

Sigh. 

We pretty much decided this day was too insane and we'd both be safer at home. We grabbed a burger and headed home. 

While driving home, a chipmunk decided to complete his suicide mission by exiting his tree onto the roof of my car while we were doing about 35mph. He landed about 5" behind our open sun roof and lodged under my luggage rack.  At the time of the death-defying stunt, it was so loud, we thought it was an acorn or branch that fell off of a tree.

When we got home, I looked on top of the car to look for a scratch and saw the tiny carnage. Poor little guy that I was afraid to touch. (that's for Sheryse) So I got a neighbor to remove it for me. 

The following is the list of questions I've been answering all afternoon. 

"Is his mommy crying?" 

"Did his spirit already go up?" 

"Did you see his spirit?" 

"Is he now a flying chipmunk angel that talks?" 

"Is there a separate chipmunk heaven?" 

"Can I still talk to mom when we're still dead?" 

I do believe this defines a Whack-a-doodle day! 

Time for a beer! 

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