Have you ever had the strange feeling that a creepy guy is trying to look over your shoulder and get your password or your credit card number or something like that? I have been getting that feeling today. For some strange reason I think someone is going to hack my blog.... so if you come say hello and I seem totally out of character, you know what happened.
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My dear husband is not my most faithful, loyal reader (ahem, uh, that would probably be me). He finally read my post about his two left brains this evening, 24 hours after the fact! And, I am so sorry, but I really embarassed him with my total ignorance where cycling is concerned. Gracious. After all the one-sided conversations we have had about bike components, I should have KNOWN a freewheel doesn't go on the front, and that there is no such thing as one with 22 teeth! (I wasn't even going to correct that, because I know that none of my friends have a clue, either, so how could I look ignorant to the "whole world"??) Well, now you know that while he is culturally illiterate, I am cycle-illiterate. Does it matter? He is good at all of the things he thinks are important, and I am good at the things I think are important. Well, no, that is not entirely true. I am NOT good at a lot of things that are important. Why would I even try to know the things that don't matter?? I'd say we are even, wouldn't you? Looks like school isn't out yet after all. He is making me take this quiz tomorrow: