behind him on that motorcycle last night. That had to be the scariest thing I've ever done in my life. Those things are so fast & so exposed I can't believe they're actually legal.
Last night has given me a whole new perspective on mortality - mine & his.
It's so frightening that this is his idea of a hobby. Why can't he just do something basic & male like drink beer & watch sports? Ok maybe not the beer.
Having a biker husband sucks. What kind of luck is this? I hadn't even realized you could have Egyptian dentist bikers. I mean, he wears no jewellery, sports no tattoos, his hair is not long, shaggy, dirty-blond or worn in a pony-tail. He's done more graduate school than I ever dreamed of doing & his ambition in life is to do more. Which makes him a boring academic, like he keeps saying.
And what is my boring academic doing speeding like a lunatic on a stupid motorcycle? That's not what I bargained for, damn it!