Saturday Means Sucker

"It's just like riding a bike," he says. That's not funny. It's exactly like riding a bike. For me that's a problem. I haven't really ridden a bike in at least ten years, and it is about time if I'm going to make my goal of a 25 mile bike ride this year. So as we headed out to the community yard sale at the local park this morning, we had one thing on the list- find a bike. And we did. And it is purple. Just like it was meant to be mine. See? Sucker.

And rain, or sleet, or shine, (but mostly rain) my husband was determined to make me ride it this afternoon. I must be the biggest sucker on the planet. I handed over a handful of cold cash to a toothless hobo looking man for a purple bicycle that is probably stolen. All so I could make an idiot of myself riding two miles in the rain. Just for the record, I do not make this look cool. But don't tell anyone...I kind of had fun.

There aren't pictures because I told my husband he'd be sorry if he took them. Like put one hand in cold water and the other in hot so he pees the bed and then I'll blog about it kind of sorry. But you can't (well you can, but I've been told you shouldn't) blog without pictures so this is a gratuitous picture for Grami.