Week 14: Do at least 5 crunches each day this week.
Barry J.
Good morning. I just got back from picking up Luke, and he is enjoying a breakfast of fruits and a waffle. He looks pretty good to me – just a little tired, but I’ll be keeping both my eyes on him. We’re not going to be doing anything too wild today, just taking it easy like you should on a Sunday.
Last night I went over to a friend’s house — a friend who will remain nameless due to the events that unfolded at his pad. Oh, the plot thickens. But here is a little back story to lead up to what happened. The first line will let you know what went down.
I went my entire life without being bitten by a dog until that early afternoon on May 8th. If you don’t know the story, you can go back to that date on the blog and read about my “horrifying” experience. Actually it was more comical than horrifying. As I was saying, I went over to my friend’s place and his wife, who I just met for the first time that evening, brought their dog into the house. Again, I must say that I need to keep on this person’s good side – you see, I don’t want upset him in any way, shape, or form because he provides a much-needed service for me and without him I would be totally lost at times. That’s right, even though his dog (who I will call “Cujo”) almost took my right arm off, I still must be humble and nice… O.K. O.K O.K. – it was my computer guy and his dog did bite me, but it didn’t almost cause me to get the nickname “Lefty”. It just gave me a nip on the right hand. But he and his wife swear their dog has never acted that way before, and they felt totally awful about it. If Tom didn’t already have such low prices and do such great work, I might have entertained the thought of getting free service for a year or two by milking the trivial nip. What? Come on guys and gals, do you remember what Luke did to my laptop just a few weeks ago? You don’t think this thing I’m typing on right now is going to end up in the toilet at some point in time? Really. I like to think of myself as a realist. I can already hear the splash and the “Weeeeeee” that follows. But I don’t roll that way. No harm. No foul.
Here’s the thing I can’t figure out. I used to eat more red meat than a sausage grinder. So I had to have the scent of meat. Now I’ve eaten more fruits and vegetables in the past ninety-eight days then I have in my entire life, and all of a sudden, canines find me delicious and delectable. I would think I’d have more of a chance of being attacked by a rabbit.
I hope everybody has a great day and is wary of any dog named after a foreign city.
Later,
Barry J.
