bike ride with me now...

Saturday was an adventurous and eventful day.  

This is to be expected when one actually leaves the house.  And wouldn't you believe we rode our bikes for twelve miles through sun and bugs and evangelists.

It started with a hair appointment.  Katie the almighty dyed my hair a sassy red once more.  When I got home my husband was careful to note the hair which is always appreciated.  I knew this sassy hair could not, nay, should not be contained to the confines of my living room.  To the bikes!

The wind blew in my salon hair and I heard it whistle in my ears as we raced down a huge hill.  "Brad we're alive!" I shouted.  It was so cheesy and felt good to say.  We rode along the riverbed, passed the Ice Palace, up and down big hills and little hills until finally we reached a dead end.  We stopped to check our phones.  We high fived. 

"Brad!  Take a candid picture of me!  I'm ready!" 

We settled upon surprising his parent's with flowers for their 45th wedding anniversary.  So cool!  We rode through more hills and bugs.  I tried to slap Brad's butt and nearly lost my life to a ditch.  Brad ran in to get the flowers. 

Just then a sweating evangelist shoved a glossy brochure into my hands. 

"Isn't this the most beautiful picture you've ever seen?" he asked earnestly.

"No" I said puzzled.

He began yelling at me about the love of God.  Bible verses, cliches, and lions oh my!  I became excited.  But then he started touching my hands and shoulders and I did not like getting witnessed to anymore.  Brad came out and graciously told him he was pronouncing Jesus wrong in Hebrew. 

"Oh snap!"  I thought.

We jumped on our bikes and rode off into the sunset.  No really, the sun was going down and it was freezing.  We delivered the flowers and rested our achy muscles.  We hydrated with water and peanut m&m's.  We eventually made it back to our humble abode and felt exhausted in the best way possible.

We might start leaving the house more often.