This shit had better work.

Bitching for fitness.
It really works. Well, it did last year. I'm just saying it had BETTER work this year. I need it more.
After 2 miles, one large hill, one mountain and traveling through a time/space continuum to another universe where Cadillac has nice lawns and serene settings and no rabid dogs and back, it had BETTER damn well WORK!

-Ary

Straight men and their gay ring tones.

Ok - Now I really like this guy that's staying with us - we'll call him Tim.

Tim's a cool guy. He's considerate and he has good manners and he's not a jerk at all. But, you know how I am...if I like someone, I give them a world of shit. This poor, unsuspecting (unless my husband warned him) guy comes into our house so he doesn't have to stay in a camper at work and every single time he gets a text - some girly rap song ring tone - I have to laugh my ass off and crack jokes about his gay ring. It was a mistake that he ended up with said gay tone, but now that he has used it, he's used to it and I have no business making fun of HIM (my ring tone is Toccata and Fugue. I'm a dork, I know). Poor gay ring house guest.

And I won't stop, I can't. It's in my blood.

So, Tim-who's-names-not-really-Tim, I'm sorry.

-Ary

Just a quick bit of info

Pitchers throw baseballs or hold iced tea. If you can't say picture, go ahead and say photo instead. That is all.