I was reminded by a post over at Chez Bez’s place how cute I think The Accountant is when he shaves his head and grows his goatee. I’d post a picture but he hates that so I’ll just embarrass him with words only. And maybe “cute” isn’t the right word. More like sexy haut. Ok, so that’s two words. Sue me.
I really am old, creaky and falling apart as I have been summoned to physical therapy TWICE a week instead of just once. In addition to exercises at home. But I’m still a’truckin’ along with my walking/jogging self. Go me.
I love sentence fragments. And starting sentences with “and” or “but”. And ending sentences with prepositions. And writing just like I talk y’all. The grammar police hate me. I just think they need to chill. Live a little. Fer cryin’ out loud.
I met with a trainer today at the gym. Official weight training plan is in place, now to just get my butt there a few times a week to get all buff and supermodel-like. Da beach will be here before you know it. There is a post somewhere in my brain about my gym phobia. Stay tuned.
I will be attending a land dedication somewhere in the boonies this weekend. I’ve never actually been to a land dedication before and have no earthly (yuk yuk) idea what this entails but I will let you know. It will be new and different and I am all about that.