I'll tell you what's wrong with it, my BIKE is supposed to be in it! Somebody dang stole my bike last weekend. That is the third time that's happened to me in California.
Fortunately, it was a 200 dollar bike from Target because I suspected this might happen, and so I'm far less pissed off than if it had been, say, a 800 dollar bike. That would imply I was only one fourth as pissed, but actually I think it's less than that. Eight months at 200 bucks isn't bad. And really it was over a year, but after 8 months I got my car, and spiders made webs on my bike. Literally. At least one black widow, too. I'm sure that plays into my lack of rage as well.
Of course, it still sucks.
But I'll tell ya what doesn't suck, and what's right with this picture, which is it doesn't have the freaking Freddy Kreuger phone in it. I've been wincing every time that damn thing has popped up all afternoon and evening, and so I was inspired to post about my stolen bike. It's not the tongue, it's that chin. It's so stupid fakey and scary gross at the same time.
I'm your boyfriend now, Nancy!