When I was sorting the mail that accumulated whilst I was not gambling, not drinking and not carousing in Vegas, I assumed all bills were mine and all pretty notecards were Daughter #2s…after all, today’s Lida’s 11th birthday 🙂 So I was pleasantly surprised when one pretty notecard turned out to be for me and Maverick! (Unfortunately, I was not let down on the bill front–they were all mine.)
The card was from Kathy. We worked together years ago at Weekly Reader, lost touch then were brought back together via this crazy thing called Facebook and a shared passion for cycling.
Now we were brought closer together by a smushed squirrel. Yes, based on last weekend’s unfortunate squirrel collision, Kathy was writing to induct me into the Dead Squirrel Society.
Seems her partner-in-crime’s rubber met a rodent last year, and they got a sticker to commemorate the event. Now Mav has one too. 🙂
I let the birthday girl decide where Mav would wear his badge of honor. She considered the rear of his seatpost, since it’s kinda analogous to a car’s bumper, but there it would be hidden behind the saddlebag. Instead, she opted for the highly visible fork (which has the added benefit of being close to the scene of The Incident).
Kathy, not only do I lovelovelove my sticker, but I’m gonna buy some to keep in my saddlebag; hopefully someday I, too, will get to induct someone into the Dead Squirrel Society! 🙂 (hmmm…I suppose all squirel-dom will be offended by my use of “hopefully” in that last sentence! Stay out of our way and we will happily shutter the Society, squirrels!)
Here’s hoping the guts are worth the glory,