Ouch


As if I needed any extra help in realizing the realities of my situation, Mr. Handsome recently decided to make things clearer for me.

Me: You know, I am finally seeing a big difference in my strength. It took long enough, didn't it, for my work-outs to make a difference?

Mr. Handsome: Not really.

Me: What do you mean, "Not really"??? Sure it did.

Mr. Handsome: What I mean is that you forget that you've been out of shape longer than most of your classmates have been alive.

Touche, dear, touche.

Comments

MsDarkstar said…
I sortve hope that comment earned someone a night on the couch.
October 28, 2010 at 11:06 AM
Unknown said…
I agree with MsDarkstar! At least ONE night on the couch!!LOL
October 29, 2010 at 2:29 AM
Scribe said…
ooooh snap, Mary!
October 29, 2010 at 1:09 PM
meleah rebeccah said…
Two Nights on the couch!
November 1, 2010 at 3:05 PM
DavidShag said…
Why nights on the couch - the whole point of strength is the ability to take far more direct action that that! It was pretty funny, though...
November 7, 2010 at 3:22 PM
Jennifer said…
Wow, Awesome working dude, krrp it such kind of hard work.
November 9, 2010 at 3:27 PM
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