Guess what I got to do???

Dad took me for a ride on his Harley!  Too bad we didn't have a side car for this guy:

Ignatius watched us ride off from the driveway

Between riding with my dad and my stepmom handing me down a family heirloom--her biker chick jacket from the late 80's--I'm well on my way to being "scooter trash."  Jax Teller, here I come!

My Heart is Full

Yesterday marked the end of the most incredible girls' trip imaginable.  I will post all about my time in San Francisco with Micaela, Marianne, and Jessie tomorrow; for now, I'm running off to work from the nonprofit office today.

And so I leave you with some Monday man candy.  Thanks to my friend Cari, who is responsible for my obsession with Tim Riggins as well, I can't stop thinking about Jax Teller:

JAX IN A MANBUN.

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Suffice to say, the four of us indulged in some Sons of Anarchy-watchin', beer-drinkin', lustful-fantasizin' about good ol' Jax.  Have any of you seen Sons of Anarchy?  I'm totally willing to get past the violence in order to see this man walk around like the ultimate good-hearted bad ass in a bullet proof vest.

Trip update tomorrow!

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