That said; I do harbor just the teensiest bit of adoration for Gretchen Rossi. Actually, that’s not true, she’s kind of a mess and I’m pretty sure that she would be really irritating to meet in person but, I do totally covet her bicycle. Seriously, it’s retro-chic, has a basket for her dog to ride in and a cup holder for her wine. A cup holder for her wine.
Now, I could get behind exercise on a bike like that. Or, you know, I could tool around the neighborhood with a glass of Pinot and a basket of chocolate chip cookies in place of the dog because, let’s face it; one hundred and five pounds of yellow Labrador would look ridiculous in a tiny bike basket and, despite my pleas, Hugh is reluctant to let me get a Yorkie, mostly because he knows that I will name the dog Spike and dress him in twee little leather biker vests and studded collars, as one does and, as usual, I digress, so…to recap: Gretchen’s bike is bitchen cool. The housewives are annoying, grating, narcissistic silicone sacks and, a dog named Spike would be totally awesome.
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