When you're pretty sure you have bronchitis, pneumonia, and/or a sinus infection and you are pissed that your husband rode to work today.
When you decline an invitation to the second night of Rosh Hashanah dinner because you are doing a century the next day (oh yeah, I'll be praying on my bike) and you only feel a little guilty that you made your friend who works in another state about 40 miles away have her dinner on the first night of the holiday, necessitating her to prepare it on a work day.



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