A couple of nights ago, we went for a family walk to test out Bridoodle’s new jogging stroller. The stroller funding came as part of the settlement for the car accident we had two months ago. So of course, I had to pick the biggest, best stroller on the market. Right?
So what if I haven’t actually jogged in the last … um, twelve years. I might want to go jogging one day.
Turns out that there’s a slight problem to that plan. The thing is so large, that it’s almost impossible to get in the van. So far, only Hubster has been able to say the magic words and wave his hands, so that he could squish the thing in there. It’s mammoth, I tell you.
After the struggle to get it in the van, I thought that our family walk photo-op might be doomed. But, Hubs was a champ. He had fun testing the off-road capabilities of the stroller. At this point, he’s about to yell, “This thing even has SHOCKS on it!”
I may have been slightly embarrassed by his antics, but in all fairness, I was running around taking pictures for most of the walk. So I guess we’re even.
Bri on the other hand, already thinks we’re the biggest weirdos on the planet.