June 13th, 2011
I pounded out a 26 mile bike ride and I. AM. POOPED. (But of course I’m already planning an even longer one…)
Right when I got home and unloaded my bike and removed my bike rack, I got a call from Dave saying that his bike got a flat tire and that I needed to pick him up.
Sooooo I put the bike rack back on the car and headed out.
Needless to say by the time I ate dinner (9 pm) I was significantly more than famished. And that leads to pooped-ness.
I want to blog, I actually have things of significance to say for once, but I have no energy to do so.
So I’ll sit by butt here, read some blogs and watch the Bruins destroy the Canucks. I don’t know how I feel about the last part, but Dave wants a Game 7 and I want my husband to be happy…soooooo… go Bruins!
Goodnight, rock stars.