Where is Fifi?

Thanks to the fabulous world of having a rental car over the last week, poor Fifi has been locked up in the basement next to the washers.

And you know what? I feel guilty.

I realize she's a bike, but the feeling is similar to when you leave your pet behind while you're on vacation. Even though there is a giant bowl of food and water, you get the pang of guilt as you close the door and say goodbye.

Don't worry Fifi, Le Car is gone so you'll be my bestie again. 

5 comments:

Megan said...

oh my goodness i totally feel ya! my bike is the only thing besides suitcases of clothes and my dog (and eventually my cat) coming to norway with me! she deserves a break though :-)

Claudia Moser said...

Sweet :) Fifi is a great name btw!

Belly B said...

Hahha I love how you named your bike. Riding your bike around can be much more freeing sometimes, don't you think? :)

<3 Belly B

Lisa said...

I can't wait to get my bike out for the summer. Or should I say; when/if the weather EVER warms up. I AM feeling a tad guilty however that I've never actually named my bike. I'll have to remedy that situation asap!

Hey! I put roller skates ON MY FEET the other day and lived to tell about it! There is just something pretty great about rolling along with the wind in your hair. :)

xStroutx said...

It's very fit of you to be a bike rider! I'm so uncoordinated that me and bikes aren't really a great match...