Happiness is... Biking with Friends to the Farmer's Market

Months and months ago I promised myself that I'd bike again. So, I went to Target, tried on every helmet in the store (really, every helmet), and then bough a helmet and a bike tire pump. I can home, buzzing with the anticipation of completing one of my goals. 

Then the tires didn't inflate.

My excitement deflated. I threw in the towel, pretty ready to just sell the damn thing. It's basically just a big lawn decoration at this point.

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