A Grasshopper and a Harley

Did you know that grasshoppers BITE? Well that is my story and I am sticking to it!

We went to a Harley Bike Night in Lebanon and enjoyed a night of loud pipes, BBQ food, eating on the grass and letting the girls run around very fancy Harleys and scary looking bikers!

Just a typical evening for our girls in a strange way. They did not even bat an eye. It was just something fun to do with daddy and to show off his motorcycle to other people. You see, they love his ride just as much as he does.

Bike Night behind daddy's Harley

Back to the grasshopper! As we are sitting watching the girls mingle with the less than "soft" crowd I feel a strange crunch in my outer knee area of my jean pant leg. Then it HURT. I roll it up trying to not make a scene (though I know I was already sticking out like a weed on a golf course). Then I saw it... the grasshopper BITING my out knee. I tell you I screamed. It hurt. In front of all those tough bikers and biker chicks I screamed like a little blond bimbo and was not ashamed of it. Chad just laughed at me and said it was not possible, but he did not feel it. That is my story and I am sticking to it!

The girls had a great time, daddy didn't win a trophy this year... but he also doesn't have a pose to vote for his motorcycle either. Here is to a better placement next year and to no more grasshoppers munchin' on my knees.