Well, Fret not, faithful readers!
I am on call this week and every time I have tried to get out of the house to do something, I am met with my work cell phone ringing and a crisis on the other end. I had to make
a visit each night (which means getting redressed for work and heading out into the dark Florida night, usually to poke a body and say, "Yep, he's dead." with a nurse.) Tomorrow night is the last nght I am on call (well, til 8am) and them I am back in the saddle as far as walking and gym time and stuff.
a visit each night (which means getting redressed for work and heading out into the dark Florida night, usually to poke a body and say, "Yep, he's dead." with a nurse.) Tomorrow night is the last nght I am on call (well, til 8am) and them I am back in the saddle as far as walking and gym time and stuff.In fact, I do believe that come Saturday morning, Miss Taffy will have one less thing to bitch about re: me, and we will be working out at the same gym at the same time.
Break out the cameras, Papparazzi! This should be a pretty sight!
PS. My chest looks like this.
PPS. My chest looks like this under 9 layers of chub.
PPPS. and three deep dish pizzas.
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