I just had someone at work sing Happy Birthday to me. They thought my birthday was October 18th. So, I'm really regretting telling them that it wasn't my birthday and it is actually on December the 18th. I mean, how cool would it have been to have TWO birthdays in 3 months. Jesus always steals my thunder, so I think I should have let her believe it. Damn missed opportunities.
I have been walking up 14 flights of stairs to prepare myself for the exercise beat down that I will give myself in a few days. Rusty and I weighed ourselves and realized that we put on some post-marital pudge. Because we were feeling fat and vulnerable, we bought two spinning bikes. I am ready to pretend to ride all over the country via exercise video. With this preparation, comes super sore legs. So, everyone has been looking at me like I have been the recipient of post-marital bliss. Well, there has been that, but not enough to make me walk crooked. HAHAHA.
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