I'm working out on my deck this afternoon. My screen is sort of hard to see and I keep having to move my chaise lounge to follow the shade.
Don't you feel awful for me?
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The rantings of a should-be-budding-but-actually-lazy novelist who LOVES her dogs and her spousal unit.
Email the kerpupples!
7 comments:
Wench.
Maybe you'll all fall off the porch following the shade!
I don't know how you can suffer so and still take a moment to share your triumph. Oh wait, yes I do, you are a hero.
I pity anyone who's working out ...
JACC, not just a hero, a superhero!
Metro, I wasn't actually exercising, just earning my living, such as it is. But I do appreciate your pity because I've been starting to run again and realizing how out of shape I've been.
Whoopsie.
Beckeye, you can console yourself with the fact that you get to interact with real humans during your workday. Other than conference calls I pretty much just talk to my dogs.
Damn. I suck.
Pugs, I actually came closer than you'd think to doing just that.
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