My wife got her ass kicked yesterday by a guy named Dan. No, I didn't run out and kick his ass. Why? Because Dan is a personal trainer at LA Fitness. We finally broke down and joined last week. With a membership you get a free session with one of their resident meathead personal trainers. Dan decided that Cheryl should do about 10 sets of arm exercises yesterday morning. Not a good idea. She can't raise her hands past her ears today and I hate to tell her that it might be worse tomorrow. Hopefully she will be able to pick Zach up by the weekend.
On another note, we have some convection out there in the Atlantic! Excited T? It is pretty late in the season, but the forecasts right now say Noel will barely miss us here in South Florida. I am less optimistic as the dreaded "cone" has been moving closer to us all day. Just to be safe, I ran out to Publix and got some extra water, ice, formula and baby food for the little man.
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Sup Bitches,
Can't believe you dissed Jamie? What's that all about? Too hot to handle? Can't take the pain? Can't feel the burn?
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