Biking Honeymoon Over

Yeah, I woke up this morning, looked across the bed at my Giant Cypress LE and didn't think she was all that pretty anymore. The chain already needs a bit of cleaning, she's noisier than when I first got her, and I think it's time to take her into Penn Cycle for my free 90 day tune up. Over the weekend, I rode the bike a total of zippo minutes, sympolizing the depth of the post-honeymoon period. Ahh, the memories.

I do have the excuse of having Max with me most of the time--and we had fun, playing miniature golf, soccer, cars, camping out in the back yard on Friday night, and then putting his hand through the glass portion of a screen door yesterday. I think it was his best Mr. Incredible impression--and we had a trip to urgent care where they put some really cool superhuman glue on the deep cut, something called Dermabond. Now he questions why people don't have metal skin and get cut, or why they make doors without safety glass. With all the focus on skin, I did the next logical thing: I taught him the old standby grade school tease: "Your epidermis is showing, your epidermis is showing!" He misremembered it as your dermabond is showing, which is close enough.