I recently got an order confirmation from Amazon for these…
Hmm… padded bike shorts. Despite the obvious sex appeal, why would my husband need these? So I sent him the following email…
Dear future biking enthusiast: You have a pair of these in the attic.
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He wrote back…
What? When did I ever wear bike shorts?
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I wrote back…
On our trip to Italy. In 2006. Remember I was 5 months pregnant and decided we should go biking through the Tuscan Hills. So we bought bike shorts, rented bikes and I lasted 23 minutes before I gave up.
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He wrote back…
That was 9 years ago. How do you know we still have them?
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And I wrote back…
Because they are in a box in the attic.
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And he wrote back…
You have a sickness.
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And I wrote back….
Now that you have two pairs, I hope you’re planning to do a lot of biking!
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Meanwhile, my husband has become quite the online shopper because this also arrived…
I am not the biggest fan of stuff. You know how most people are happy when people give them presents and free things. Well, it makes me hyperventilate. I start plotting in my mind how I can get rid of it as quickly as possible.
So I never like something this big to arrive in my home. Especially something I don’t know about. Because mystery packages always ends up being a hand painted spice rack or wagon wheel coffee table.
And because my husband and I have been married for roughly a hundred years, he knows this about me.
I wrote to Rick…
I’m panicked. What is this gigantic box that just arrived?
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Rick wrote back…
It’s your birthday present!
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And I wrote…
But how could you buy me a present when I haven’t told you what I want yet. Never go rogue. Remember how much I loved my mother’s day gift because I told you exactly what I wanted?
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And he wrote…
Just open it.
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And I wrote…
Not until my birthday.
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And he wrote…
Just open it.
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And I wrote…
Nope. You are going to have to be tortured with the sinking feeling that you shouldn’t have gone rogue for the next few weeks.
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And he wrote…
I have no worries. You’ll love it.
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And I wrote…
It’s good to be optimistic.
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That’s way too big a box for matching bike pants, right?
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Looks like a giant wine glass to me…OPEN IT!!!
So you haven’t opened it? Leaving us in suspense? Not very nice!
Oh my goodness…. I cannot wait for you to write the follow up to this post.
I love your ability to remember things after five kids and Rick’s breezy confidence that you’ll love his gift!
“Never go rogue”
Wise words, those.
How is the suspense not killing you? Is it big enough to be a case of your favorite wine?
Huh. It’s probably a brand-new ten speed bike for you.
Unless some else reused a leftover box, Parvez Taj is an artist: https://www.google.com/search?q=parvez+taj&rlz=1C1SFXN_enUS581US581&espv=2&biw=1366&bih=643&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0CAcQ_AUoAmoVChMIv_almcuPxgIVxJbbCh08YQCO