Yeah, he hates my cats.

WG, I think we went to the same church! Ours turned the coffee reception room into a skating rink on Halloween every year so the kids had something “non-evil” to do instead of Trick or Treating. We skated clockwise, too. Always clockwise.

My mom has two little puppies (not so little anymore, 6 months old but still babies) and she had her garage sealed so she can take them out there to use piddle pads instead of outside where there’s a giant anthill whose ants get into the puppies fur and are almost impossible to get out. With the nice gray epoxy sealant with black and white and gray sprinkles on, it looks good, dog pee won’t soak into the cement (neither will salt, oil, slush, etc) and the sprinkles make it non slip. That would probably be less expensive than tiling…

I associate my Rollerblades both with the beard on my chin and the woman in my life. The former, because whilst trying to learn adequately how to move around, one of my skates hit a rock, and I ended up in the emergency room with ten stitches in my chin. I couldn’t shave, so I grew a beard. Now I can’t shave it off, because of the latter.

When Red and I first started dating, one of the things we did a lot was go rollerblading together in one of the very large parks that this city offers (over 16 miles of paved trails, God I love Oregon). There were quite a number of times that whizzing along the trails turned into something quite a bit more intimate back in the bushes.

The last thing I associate skating with isn’t nearly so pleasant. I grew up in a church that forbade dancing in couples as being something akin to hawking one’s soul on eBay. Their solution to the obvious problem in allowing some kind of sanctioned couples activity that wasn’t dancing involved rollerskates, school gymnasium floors (clockwise, always clockwise), and John Phillip Sousa played at earsplitting volumes. Oh, the memories.

Oh the indignities suffered at the hands of the well intended mom.