My husband took his motorcycle out to the desert this weekend for some dirt bike riding. I asked if I could go, too. I don't ride, but I got a new Sony Reader for the holidays and figured this would give me the excuse to sit around in the tent and catch up on my reading.
"No," he says. "No wives. Just boys."
"Oh, really?" I say slyly. "Just boys? What do you do out there with all those boys?"
"I ride." He's slightly offended because he knows where I'm going with this, but feigns ignorance all the same.
"So do you share tents and stuff?"
"... Do you see slash everywhere?"
"Yes," I muse. "I sure do."
Can I help it if he sets them up and all I have to do is knock them down? You'd think he'd learn. ;)
Happy almost-Inauguration Day, world.