I may be rushing the season today by wearing a tee-shirt, but I just couldn't take one more consecutive day wearing a long sleeve shirt. I want sun. I want green grass, green trees and everything else spring-related. One tell-tale sign of spring is an increase in my own personal libido. Last night, I paid just a tad too much attention to one of my female roommates prancing up the stairs from the basement. Must. . . avert. . . eyes. . . from. . . forbidden. . . roommate. . . behind. How in the world did Jack Tripper maintain his self-control?
Jumping from roommates to grandmothers (*shudder* what a disturbing image), I met my grandmother for dinner yesterday after work. She was at the Mayo Clinic for her annual battery of tests. She's always fascinating to talk with, and I got a free meal out of it, so I won all around. I had chicken alfredo, and the portion that arrived would have given a whale digestive difficulty. So much food. It was tasty, of course, but I vowed to go running as soon as I got back home. So, I got back home and took a nap from 8 p.m. to 9 p.m. Then, mustering all my resolve, I managed to get outside and run my usual three mile trek, complete with vomit inducing hills. No vomit, but boy did I sweat. No surprise there. The girls in my hapkido class have taken to calling me Puddles, which I assure you is in referrence to my sweating and has nothing to do with shoddy bladder control.
I'm also once again facing my column dilemma this week. What to write about? What to write about? I'm sure something will come to me. One kind reader (Tina, you know who you are), said I should write a newspaper column about my plans for summer vacations. I think I'll tweak her idea and just write a story about my plans for summer in general. When I get to it, I have no idea. For now, lunch break is over. Back to work. Only 38 more years to retirement. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Stumble It!
