Whittling the Wish List

I've knocked another item off the Wish List! Yes it starts with a 'B' and no it isn't Zach Braff. I got a bicycle! As with nearly everything in my life, there's a funny story connected to my acquisition of a bicycle. Sunday morning, my roommate and I were heading out of the house to run an errand. I pulled out of the garage and that's when I noticed a cute red bike sitting on my neighbor's trash heap. "I want that bike," I said to my roomie. "I'm going to get it when we get back."

A couple hours later, I got back home and the bike was still there on the garbage pile. So I went around front and knocked on the neighbor's door. Nobody home. Hmmm. What to do? I want that bike, but I don't want to just take it without telling my neighbor. But I also don't want anyone else to take it.

Then I had a brilliant idea. I wrote a sweet little note about how I'd love to have the bike and would take very good care of it. Then I taped the note to the seat of the bike, where my neighbor would be sure to see it when she got home.

Sure enough, about an hour later she knocks on my door and tells me I'm more than welcome to take the bike and she hopes I get good use out of it. There's nothing wrong with it other than flat tires. She just wanted a new one and didn't need the old one anymore.

So I am now the happy owner of a red bike. All I need now is a straw basket and a little ringy-dingy bell. Oh...and some tires.

p.s. I acquired this bike while baking my 'A' dessert. Who knows what might happen when I bake 'B'?!