It's winter here in Missouri, so:
You move the bike to the basement, because you don't want her to get COLD in the garage--and find yourself talking to her, "It's OK. It's just temporary--I swear. It's cold out. I'll bring you back up soon. If you're good, we'll get on the trainer later. I still love you." The cat eye's you suspiciously.
It's snowing out, and DH wears bike shorts and camouflage winter coat into the gas station on the way back from spinning class. "I don't care--I need ice cream."
It's only February, but you've loaded all the local rides into your calendar. Already recruiting friends and family for Tour of Stooges--opening ride of the season.
You and DH have divided friends/family into A team and B team.
You're trying to avoid the winter weight gain, so you can fit in your favorite cycling shorts.