I live in one of the top 3 cities for triathalons in the nation (I didn't say I DID triathalons, I said I lived here, people). This means we cannot go anywhere without encountering cyclists on the roads, don't me wrong - I love those tight spandex shorts and aerodynamic helmets, my better half has no less than five bikes and two 'bibs'. However, there is no shortage of amateur, self righteous cycling road hogs who don't think twice about giving you the finger when you have drive past them and they're riding three to a lane. So, I've devised a plan. The next time I'm riding in the backseat and I see one of you overeager weekend warriors, you're getting a little slap on the ass out the window. Roar.
$165 of over indulgence in the form of a scarf edged with pom poms. It reminds me of my hair ties when I was little and those little fluff balls on the back of tennis socks. 
Adios Petunia Pickle Bottom, I'm reclaiming my purse rights. Albeit and HUGE tobo (that's right, it's not a hobo it's not a tote... this reminds me of something else but I digress), but it's washable and it's all mine.
