Don’t Thump Your Melon
I’m sneaking out of the office early today to pack for a weekend trip that Hugh, the kids and I are taking. We are going here to spend the long holiday weekend soaking in the hot springs pool and biking the Glenwood Canyon bike trail.
Hugh and I made this same trip seven years ago for our seventh anniversary and a lot has changed since then. Specifically, the children will be with us which means less S-E-X.
More tragically (Hugh: What could be more tragic than less sex?), it means that both Hugh and I will have to wear bike helmets. We always insist that the kids wear theirs so it seems only right and proper that we lead by example. You all know what that means, don’t you? No pictures.
I am all for bike safety and will do whatever it takes to protect my melon but; the resulting helmet-hair is just not something I am willing to inflict upon you all.
Ok, fine! Maybe one picture.