Elevator, Ocelot, Rutabaga, everyone, as we cross 17.000 in the Muddled Calendar*. Seventeen has always been an auspicious number in the Muddleverse, being prime and whatnot, and I’m feeling pretty good about the upcoming 365.2422 days (give or take; there is some wobble).
In other news, apparently I’m still a Padres fan. Time will tell how those two mystical forces align.
* The Muddled Calendar started at 0.000, so at the millennium I don’t want to be hearing from any pedants.
Happy Birthday! The question is will the Official Sweetie give you something bike related.
Somewhat related, anyway — the relationship is “don’t ride your bike after drinking this.”