Page 152 of It's Not PMS, It's You

As for the third of the three weddings, Dee got married yesterday, here on Catalina Island. I couldn’t be any happier for my best friend. Brandon was the best guy I could ever wish for her. Of course, my hubby and I were thrilled to be matron of honor and best man.

Nick and I decided to spend the week on the island. We rode tandem bikes with Dee and Brandon on Pebbly Beach Road by the water.

Dee pointed toward Lover’s Cove as we approached on the bikes. “There’s the spot! I married my sweetheart there!”

“What a coincidence!” Brandon said on the tandem bike seat right behind her. “I married my sweetheart there, too!”

After stopping to take a few more pictures and talking about their gorgeous wedding yesterday, we looped back around to return to town.

Nick was starving and I anticipated him suggesting for us to stop for lunch soon.

“Anyone ready to eat?” Nick said, from the seat behind me on our bike.

I know my husband well.

“Me!” I raised my hand and almost fell off. “Whoa!”

Nick chuckled as he kept the bike from toppling over. “Didn’t you learn your lesson? We don’t need another episode of you falling off the bike again.”

“I agree. That was a close call.”

At least he didn’t mention the wedgie.

Speaking of which . . .

I wiggled my butt in my seat, realizing I had gotten another wedgie after almost falling off the bike. It was getting more uncomfortable with every minute that went by.

Wait until we return the bikes, then nonchalantly pull that sucker out. Nobody will ever know.

I shifted my butt in the seat again, but the wedgie went even deeper, like it was looking for a place to hibernate for the winter.

“What’s going on with your wife, Nick?” Brandon laughed. “She looks uncomfortable. Does she have what Ithinkshe has?”

You have got to be kidding me.

“Remember my rule.” I turned my head and glared at Brandon. “Don’t say it.”

“Say what, wedgie girl?” Brandon laughed again.

“Pull over the bike, Nick. Your best friend is going to get it.”

Dee intervened, “How dare you threaten my husband like that?”

Nick laughed. “Lift your butt up, my love. I’ll pull it out for you.”

“No!” I peddled faster.

Nick laughed harder. “You can’t get away from me. We’re on the same bike, remember?”

Now, I was laughing as well as I turned my head to the right, checking my peripheral. “Nicky, you keep your hands away from my rear. Do you hear me?”

“Come on, shake your booty.”

“Not funny!”

Okay, maybe it was.

The four of us laughed all the way to the bike rental shop, where we got off the tandem bikes, and turned them back in.