I Don't Want The Green Jersey, I Wanna Be Your Dog

I had plans to ride today; nothing great, just another quick brunch time gravel grinder out the backdoor of XXC World HQ. B-Man thought differently- He woke up with some lower g.i. issues.
DRAT! I could bitch, but the poor kid was making some serious fecal NOISE from the bathroom. So it was best that the he NOT go to soccer camp today. NO ONE wants the call that their 8 year old just shit himself on a soccer field in front of 34 other 8 to 12 year old kids. NO ONE!

Soooo.... That meant that anything the house needed would come 4th, riding would come 3rd, work would come 2nd and of course making sure B-Man's belly was 100% was 1st. That is life. That is life working out of you home. I guess I am pretty damn lucky to be able to have the chance to be home with B-Man in such situations when so many folk aren't.

Oh well, last day of camp is tomorrow, B-Man seems to be doing better and I can plan on a gravel ride to shed the funk of being trapped inside most of today.

Jake The Dog still wants to sit on my lap. Jake The Dog now weighs 47 pounds. It's becoming difficult. I'm not sure if I hate Jake or love Jake... He's cute, he farts too much and is dumb as a freaking stump. For some reason I feel that Wifey thinks/says the same thing about me.

 

In any event Wifey and I will be married 15 years tomorrow. That is sick long by much of today's (subpar) standards. I wish I could say that every year has been easy and lovey-dovey. They weren't, but there is no one that I feel more at ease around and love more than her (and B-Man). Life if long, shit happens. Sometimes it's great, sometimes it's good, sometimes it sucks. But it's best done with someone you love. Stoked that she keeps letting me be her Jake The Dog.



Later.