OK, so apparently I do have my own personal genie.

I should preface this by reminding the reader that Joey and I rode our bikes to work yesterday.  It was hot like fire but downhill the whole way (which, conversely, means that it’s uphill the entire way home) and I was not looking forward to my evening commute.  Not so much at all.  But I was going to do it and I was going to be awesome.

But back on track.

Right after I had finished posting the previous, Joey called me.  He sounded out of breath.

“What are you doing?” I asked, thinking he had been chasing Danny around the quad while wearing the steadicam again.

“I….I just raced home.” He panted.  “I wanted to beat the postman home so I could get your lappy.”

It was like 106 degrees outside yesterday.  I had visions of him passing out from heat stroke on the stairs.

“OH MY GOSH.”

“I didn’t beat the postman home,” he said, and my heart sank.  He busted his butt for nothing!  “BUT…the postman left your lappy sitting on the doorstep.  So it’s in the house with me now.”

“YAY!  I LOVE YOU!” I shrieked very quietly.  (I wasn’t exactly in a shriek-appropriate location.)  “Now go lay down and drink some water so you don’t throw up,” I insisted.

“I rode 5.5 miles in 20 minutes,” Joey was still panting.

“You are probably a rockstar.  Now go drink some water.”

“I need a shower,” he said.  He was sounding loopy.

“If you die because you burned rubber to come home and get my lappy, I’ll kill you,” I said.

“OK, well, I’ll get back on my bike and ride down to come get you,” he said.

“Wait….what?  I can just ride home by myself, do not even get back on your bike and ride down here,” I insisted.

“No, I’m just teasing, I’ll drive down and come get you in the car,” he said drowsily.

Whatever. We saved no gas at all yesterday, but at least my lappy didn’t get stolen off the front step.  We went to Gap Kids last night and got the messenger bag, but couldn’t decide on a sleeve, so I still don’t have a skooshy case for it yet.  However, the likelihood of me dropping my lappy has gone down significantly now that I have a bag to carry it in.  Joey’s going to look on The Internets for awhile to see if he can find me a sleeve that fits my lappy “just so”.  He’s quite insistent, trust me.

Anyway, Joey is a rockstar even though I will miss him for three whole days.  I can look at my lappy and remember how he almost gave himself cardiac arrest riding home in 106 degree afternoon heat.

I think he loves me.