Not that kind of dirty! Yesterday I rode my motorcycle down to the other side of the city to see where Shawn works. Then we went back to Bartlett so he could run an errand and we could eat lunch. On the way to lunch we took the interstate, which I don't like to do on my bike, but when we got on, I was hit by tiny pinpricks of pain. Usually there is a certain amont of road trash picked up by tires in front of me and flung in the air for me to drive through, but this was more intense. It felt like I was riding in a sand-storm. Turns out I really was. Up ahead was a dump truck with a full load of sand. It left a cloud in the air. So I was sandblasted at 70mph.
When I came home, I showered it off.
But then Shawn and I started a new project. I'll let you know what it is in a few days, but it involves power tools like saws and sanders. I got covered in saw dust. Itchy, sawdust that sticks to sweaty skin. And when I tried to brush some off my arm, I got a surprise. It hurt! Apparently I was a stupid head and forgot to wear sunscreen on my lunch excursion, and got fried like a lobster. So I ended up taking another shower after we called it a night.
I'm not a dirty girl now!