Sunday, February 15, 2009
There's no denying it. Mrs. Greyhound is a lucky woman. After 20 years of marriage, she's received a "major award."
Uhm, yeah. And I must be Italian because I come in a box marked "FRAH-JEEEL-AAAY."
Oh, wait. That's "Fragile."
Which means on Valentine's Day, instead of emitting my typical romantic glow, I was gimping around with a shredded back from the most inconsequential of long rides after the most unremarkable bike wreck ever.
But I literally couldn't reach down and get my paper on the driveway this morning because of the condition of my lower back.
Because I am "Frah-jeeel-aaaaay."
So, yeah. I'm quite the reward, aren't I?