In a Nutshell

I was a wee bit hyper today so I rushed onto my balcony and yelled "who goes there?!" in this weird medieval accent with the curtails of my shirt held up like a cape. You know like those scenes in movies before the killer/monster/something, comes out.

So..
A little kid on a pink bicycle with streamers on the handlebars rode past at the exact moment whilst ringing her bell.

I think this describes my life.