On Saturday night we attended a cool-kid party with our young friends (Happy Birthday Amy!!!) which featured card games and staying up past our bed-time and immense amount of sugary candy. Since we normally live as chemical-deprived ascetics, Dan and I fell pray to the temptation of pre-packaged treats, devouring york patties and M&Ms and rice-krispy treats covered in neon-blue frosting. Then we drove to pick up our baby all the while licking our lips and wincing and saying,
"Do you have a bad taste in your mouth?"
"Bad taste, my teeth are sizzling in decay."
"That frosting was to much. Food doesn't come in that color."
"I feel like my tongue took a Roofie."
"My teeth are like fuzzy. I didn't think teeth could get that dirty."
"Why isn't there a sink and toothbrush in this car?"
"If I had one dream it would be to be brushing my teeth RIGHT NOW!"
Then we picked up the baby, and as we drove home we continued our conversation on the unpleasantness of sugar in our mouths. In total I think we spent 45 minutes on the topic. Well, that and imagining what was happening at the party in our absence.
"I bet they're still eating and playing games."
"I bet they stay up till MIDNIGHT at it."
Oh God. We are so old.
... for falling off the bike, that is. Seriously, it's been years since I had any trouble staying upright, but that's all changed now that I'm trying to ride in the snow.
Today I took advantage of the warmer temperatures and diminished snowpack to visit some of the local trails for the first time since the fall. I had fun, but I can't say that I looked particularly graceful out there. I fell off several times, once just catching the bike before it fell into a pond, and I had to get off and push for about half of the ground I covered. I even fell twice while walking, which is kind of embarrassing. Still, there were small triumphs: on the third try I made it down one long stretch without falling, I managed to go up one or two hills, and once I finally got started I was able to pedal through three or four inches of wet grainy snow covering the frozen surface of the old reservoir. Also, back on the roads for the ride home everything felt so easy! Good times.