A Fabulous Day

What a fabulous day! Let me tell you all about it....

The little guy and I went to a new gym today just to check it out. After our brief tour he went one way and I went another. I hit the treadmill and then when I was just sitting down to do my regular routine with the weight machines my little guy appeared.


Little guy: "Come work out with me. I need a spotter."

Me: "Me? I'm too little to be your spotter."

Little guy: "Let's just try. Come on, let's go."


So with great reluctance, trepidation, and a considerable mumbling of protests, I followed.

And we did it. And it worked pretty well. I continued my undercurrent of negative commentary as he pushed and pushed and PUSHED me harder than I've been pushed in many years. And I was actually able to spot him effectively though he likely wasn't pushing himself as hard as he was pushing me...you know, for his safety and all.

So while he's promised me that my upper body will be really really sore in the morning, I'm super excited to go back tomorrow for the leg workout he's got in store for me.


Me: "I promise I won't gripe so much tomorrow."

Little guy: "Oh, you'll gripe. You'll have a lot to say about how sore you are." (Pretty darn sure he looked more than a little happy about this.)


I cannot wait!!! Really!

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Roll Over, Roll Over...

You know that kids' song, the one about all the creatures in bed and they all roll over and one falls off?  Well, that just so happens to be my nightly bed experience. 

I get in bed first.  Then our big dog, Hazel.  Then our cat, Pug.  Then our cat, Tommy.  Zzzzzzzz...  And then a while later Dave gets in.  And he's pretty much a disturbance in our sleepytime force. 


Dave:  "Move over...go on."


And Tommy moves over, and Pug moves over, and Hazel moves over, and suddenly I'm at the edge of the bed just about to fall out.  And I would except for that I have "move over" powers myself. 


Me:  "Move over...go on."


And Tommy jumps off, and Pug moves to the foot of Dave's side, and Hazel curls up by my feet.

Zzzzzzzz....

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The Kid Makes me Wonder if Honesty is the Best Policy

The kid is always asking me why I talk to strangers.

Well, today the answer was, "Because you farted in the elevator, and it was really potent, and I thought that lady deserved to know what she was getting into."

And what did that lady stranger say?  "I'll be fine."


Can't say I didn't warn her.

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