Should I tell her?

[Note: This is from BK. I hacked into Lizzy's computer. Yes - this is that important!]

So, it's early this morning, and Slick was going to hop on the bike trainer in the garage for a quick spin. She has been diligent about getting her training in (a lot more so than I ever was). As I was grabbing a cup of coffee and my third donut for the morning, Slick walked into the kitchen in her biking gear ready to head into the garage, and I looked up. Something didn't look quite right. As I saw her silhouetted against the glow of the kitchen light, I saw what it was. "Should I tell her?" I thought to myself. I know Slick might take revenge on me, but this is worth it - I'm not going to tell her. She went out into the garage and got her workout in. 45 min later she came back into the kitchen...where I was eating my bowl of Fruit Loops, and complained about being uncomfortable on the bike. She asked if I changed her bike seat at all. No, no...it's not that. I think it's time to tell her. "Honey, maybe you should try wearing bike shorts that aren't inside out. The padding might be more effective that way." She turns red in embarrassment, Fruit Loops fly out of my mouth, and I get the best ab workout as I have a genuine guttural laugh. "Thank goodness I wasn't in a spin class and no one saw me," she said. Don't worry...no one will ever know :)

What I'm watching on the trainer

http://comediansincarsgettingcoffee.com

I can't help it, I just love Jerry Seinfeld
Helps to pass the time...