“There is a sick high in pushing your body beyond what you “think” you can!!!”
— Lady-Friend, 2011
So you know my [insert gushing/fawning adjective here] Lady-Friend likes to run. Not a “Hey, I enjoy a leisurely jog around the block” kind of run– I’m talking “Wow, this shearing pain up my leg feels terrible but …
Sometimes Lady-Friend doesn’t get a chance to luxuriate in the shower. That or even take one.
But I’m not judging. When I come home at the end of the day and Lady-Friend tells me she’s sorry she’s a “grease ball”, I’m cool with that as long as I get a high five and a “Man, you’re …
Sunday evening, we took this pic for Lady-Friend’s RPM/Boot Camp trainer positions at Gold’s Gym. I likie, so I’m posting it all while I continue dunking my head into an ice-cube filled toilet/poking myself with hot needles every morning in amazement that middling levels of charm, an ’88 model car, and a hairy back won …
Little Dude is sneaky. Still, we’ve found his early morning sneakiness (IE- raiding the cupboard and subsequently enjoying his slice of pilfered heaven while hiding under a blanket) trends on the heels of a candy/ice cream shopping trip or some kind of treat bonanza the night before. Enter, Lady-Friend and her recent shopping trip.
Lady-Friend is …
