Monday is the day I have ballet class. I usually ride my bike to class. I left this morning and started riding to class. I noticed some odd sounds and about a mile from our house, I realized that my back tire was really low. I had 15 minutes to get to class. If my bike was in good shape, I could get there in time. There was no way I would be able to ride it the rest of the way or walk it. David did not have time to get the pump, load the boys in the van and drive down to get it pumped up and it would have been too hard for him to give me the van and walk back home with the bike and both boys. I decided to just get off my bike, walk it home and skip class. The walk is up hill and I will say that I worked up a good sweat, not has much as ballet, but a sweat none the less. When I got home, David went out to pump the tire back up. I decided this would be my photo of the day. He is almost as happy to be chosen for the honor as my cat Bronte was yesturday.