Felix's bike died this week. Important bits just started dropping off. It was an old bike that had lived a good life, a hand-me down from a family who themselves had found it at a garage sale.

We commute to school by bike (in fact, Felix had to push the dead one home) and needed to replace it immediately. The problem is, a new bike demands a special occasion and we had no birthday or Christmas on the horizon. Cinco de Mayo? Mother's Day? Nah. So Dean and Felix just went to the store between other errands and rolled out with a shiny new bike, no pomp or ceremony. It's a shame because bikes are special and we didn't manage to make the arrival of this one special.

In other news: happy Mother's Day!