Bike Repair Woman

You might remember a few weeks ago when I was so proud of fixing Kimberly's bike tire. Well, she was having more issues with the other bike tire yesterday, so I told her to wait for her dad to get home. Guess what he said? "Well, you did such a good job fixing the last tire, why don't you go ahead and do this one?"

He got my womanly glare in return.

He started fixing the tire himself this morning, but it needed a completely new tube. Since he needed to attack the war zone (see next posting) with the tiller, I felt bad and offered to go buy a new tube. While I was at it, I bought a new tube for Kimberly's old bike so Alicia could start riding it.

I came home, pulled off the bike tires, put in the new tubes, put the tires back on (this of course involves wrenches and grease on my beautiful womanly hands), blew up the tires and wa-la! I did another manly project on my own. I have learned though that it comes around to bite me in the butt afterwords since John now thinks I am a pro bike repair woman.

I am never learning how to do those types of chores again. I will leave it in manly territory from now on.