I just rode my bike through the house, and jumped it off the steps into our bedroom right in front of Matilda.
She didn't notice. Not even when I came speeding back up those stairs and back out into the hallway, narrowly missing the television and the dog.
"I just thought you were walking by," she said.
Seriously, is this the house I want to live in? A house where I can't even set a bad example for my children? Maybe the naysayers are right. Maybe the nuclear family is disappearing.
Sigh. I guess I'll just hook the damn thing up to the trainer and do my intervals. What fun is being a rebel if no one notices?
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