My bike is in the shop for repairs, and life no longer has any meaning. :( :( :(
Okay, it's not quite that bad, but DH is going to get mighty tired of me walking over to his office just so I can stare at the empty spot where it used to sit and sigh loudly. Gosh! This is as bad as having one of my kids gone! (Which certainly did not go over well with the large girl-child who resides here!)