More Cheesecake, Please.

We got one of these (see above) this weekend.

It's some kind of new-fangled, modern art piece of furniture. Mrs. Undaground tells me it's called a "bike". Up until now, I've been calling it a laundry rack.

I am already reaping the benefits of our "bike".

Instead of just having a burger on the grill for lunch Saturday, I threw a bratwurst on for myself. "It's OK, cause we gotta bike."

When Mrs. Undaground went shopping yesterday, I asked her to pick up some ice cream. "It's OK, cause we gotta bike."

I may enter a pie-eating contest and be guilt-free cause we gotta bike.

I think I'm going to like this bike. So far, it's been delicious.