Eventually, if you live in the south long enough, you’ll hear an elderly person say, “Now you’re payin’ for your raisin’.”
Basically this means that…
The Tale of the Pervy Old Guy at the Gym That Cannot Be Retold Without Using a Substantial Amount of Gifs
Last week I went the gym on my lunch break. I do this for several reasons, and none of them have anything to do with me being a super fit person.
1. It helps me not kill people. When I take a break during the day to walk or bike for an hour, and come back to work, and someone comes into my office and says “Hey, you know that thing you copied/scheduled/planned? We’re going to need to go back to square one and start over” it keeps me from throwing my coffee cup across the room and yelling “Hulk smash” and then having security escort me from the building while carrying my belongings in a cardboard box.
That. Is. Me.
Jane: That’s me.
Me: No, that’s me when I was little.
Jane: Well you’re not little, you’re very big. That is me.
Me: I’m not very big. I’m regular big.
Jane: THAT. IS. ME.
What I Learned This Week
1. I learned that when Jane kicks my knee hard enough to leave a knot and a bruise, then hugs me, kisses me, tells me I’m her best friend and then sneezes directly into my open mouth, she’s just doing her part to toughen me up…
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