The Green Jersey

I sent a text message to my wife today asking if it would be O.K. if I went for a ride this evening.  She replied by saying, “Sure, just bring home the green jersey.”  I took that as permission to buy a new jersey.  I wanted to be sure that is what she meant, so I asked her.  She said, “No, I want you to win the green jersey.”  So, now it looks like she is giving me permission to go to France.  Yep, I am reading her loud and clear.  What a great wife.

9 July 2009 | 2009 Tour de France | Comments