I don't know why I wear perfume,

I smell like exhaust every day anyway.

This is why:
The boyfriend has a scooter, and it is now officially spring.



I tend to hide behind Travis on the scooter so the wind/bugs/exhaust/sunlight can't hit me.
This is Travis, trying to make me wear a helmet.
Look! GREEN! IT'S SPRINGTIME!

Don't worry moms out there. I never look this happy riding the scooter, because Travis always forces me to wear a helmet. This is on an abandoned road.
I made him take off his helmet so I could take our picture.


You didn't know how goofy I look with a helmet on, did you?
I look THHHIIIIIIIIIS goofy.


We went on the scooter yesterday for about.... four hours?
We may have been lost, but Travis won't admit to that, and it might not be true.
All I'm saying is, we came upon "Road Closed" signs, and "Detour" signs like every fifteen minutes, and Travis would say things like "let's just get off, and push it over these railroad tracks and see what over there."
or "Wow, this road really IS closed, isn't it? Is this a construction site?"
Then he would yell things like "This is an adventure!"
or "This is the coolest thing I've done in SO LONG!"
or "This is why scooters are awesome, you can take them anywhere!"

Then he would skip in a circle and do a dance, and be super cute, and terribly goofy.

"It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!" -- Mark Twain