Hi Everyone! I hope today is a wonderful one for you.

I’m not supposed to spread this story around but what are blogs for right?

So on Sunday my husband and I are driving around on the dreaded motorcycle of his and we are at a light and as the light turns the motorcycle stalls out and for some reason the motorcycle (which Bobby has now called Dexter) starts to fall over. It’s so heavy when it goes it goes. Bobby tells me to stay on the seat and for some reason I was thrown off of it like someone being shot out of a cannon and landed on the ground.

Everyone was looking at me like why did you do that? Even Bobby had this confused look on his face like how did she do that? I really don’t know how I did it but I flew off of it.

Now my name is Billy Blastoff. Apparently when Bobby was in the army there was a guy who couldn’t handle it when the jeep went on a tilt and he would jump right out of the jeep headphones and all when it went on a slant and everyone started calling him Billy Blastoff. Now it’s my name too.

I personally don’t see the humour at all. I don’t remember jumping off just flying off and landing on the ground. Who knows maybe my angels picked me up and put me down.

Ok so maybe it’s a little funny as no harm was done and sure I made him feel as bad as I could under the circumstances right? Who wouldn’t.

Now I’m being nagged to get back on or I won’t go on again. Whose idea was this anyway? Drat it was mine.

Quote for you which I don’t quite understand but it seems to fit in this crazy blog:

“The knack of flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.” Douglas Adam.

Until we meet again, Billy Blastoff (aka Sharon)