While My Wife Went To Work Every Day….

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While my wife went to work every day.

And cut the grass.

And took out the trash.

And slept on the basement floor because a derecho did not destroy the house.

And took care of the cattle and the crops.

(That last line may be an exaggeration.)

I went on vacation.

And made her stay home.

Because I am pretty sure she would not have enjoyed this trip with my college buddies.

What would there have been in it that she would enjoy?

Did I mention it was a bicycling trip?

Like 800 miles of nothing but biking and more biking?

She wouldn't have enjoyed the meals.

She wouldn’t have enjoyed the meals.

Or the desserts.

Or the desserts.

The views were varied but pretty much...yeah.

The views were varied but pretty much…yeah.

Water ways.

Water ways.

Gnarly trees.

Gnarly trees.

Crazy Rivers.

Crazy Rivers.

Who wants to see water rushing over rocks?

Who wants to see water rushing over rocks?

Or ride their bikes through awesome tunnels?

Or ride their bikes through awesome tunnels?

Or time travel to a different time in our country.  History shmistory.

Or time travel to a different time in our country. History shmistory.

If I know my wife I am pretty sure she wouldn't want to see gods on a rock.

If I know my wife I am pretty sure she wouldn’t want to see gods on a rock.

She may have wanted to visit here.

She may have wanted to visit here.

And pay her respects here.

And pay her respects here.

But she isn't much for night life.

But she isn’t much for night life.

And who wants boardwalk bike paths through mountains as a vacation?

And who wants boardwalk bike paths through mountains as a vacation?

My long running motto “a bad day on the bike is better than a good day at the office” was proven every single day when I called her and complained about the mud, the rain, the slow going six mile an hour drudgery or other mundane insanities that I came up with while on vacation and she was at work.   Because  E.V.E.R.Y. single time I complained to her about something silly she would say in her best dead pan –  “I’m at work”.    Because, well, she was.   And I was on a biking odyssey.    I should point out that  any complaint I shared I managed to do so while she was at work.  Lesson learned.

But I’m pretty sure I saved her from a miserable experience by letting her go to work every day instead.

I hope I can convince her of this.

Any help would be appreciated.