Buckle up

I'm preparing for a rollerskating party of gigantic proportions. Tomorrow we celebrate D's & E's birthdays with 9 of their closest friends. I haven't stepped foot in the roller rink for decades, so I'm a little excited about it.

I've also been warned it has a distinct smell of sweaty feet. I don't really remember that from my youth.

Then again I do remember the rink having a distinct odor, but couldn't really place it. Apparently it was sweaty feet.

I'm on the final round of getting everything we need. This afternoon I'll be picking up Fun Dip, Nerds and some glow sticks for the goody bags. Everyone knows you can't have a skating party without some Fun Dip.

This year, since we are in our own house, we bought the girls their very own bikes. I can put that on here because they don't know I write about them on the internet.

We bought them the exact same bike. I've been looking for baskets to put on the bikes to make them unique.

Did you know they don't actually make baskets anymore. Sure, I can get a boring brown one that looks more bread basket at some fine dining establishment. I can't get white one, made of plastic with cute flowers on it. Like the one I had.

Unfortunately, when I look for bike license plates, they have almost every other name listed except the ones I need.

I'm thinking I'll have to go with bells or something. As I was looking, I came across this - a seatbelt for bikes.

In what world do we need a seatbelt for a bike but not a basket.

A sad world is what it is.