I returned from my walk today to find this in my living room. Forgive the picture quality. That’s my hubby doing some End of the World Conditioning. He likes to be prepared for any situation. If there is an explosion of nerve gas and someone needs to take an emergency run on a treadmill, he is ready. Laugh all you want but when the Zombie Apocalypse arrives and we’re all running around in a panic, my hubby will be kicking zombie ass and taking zombie names. He also works out in a gas mask at the beach in the wee hours, so if you see someone who looks like a serial killer, don’t panic. It’s probably my hubby. Unless the person is carrying a butcher knife and plastic wrap, in which case it actually is a serial killer and you should RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!
I envy your home life a little bit….the craziest thing I find when I come home is a tipped over litter box. Without YOU my life wouldn’t be half as entertaining.
I am thankful for my blessing…sometimes over a glass of wine and a few deep breaths, but thankful nonetheless. Thanks, Jessica.
That picture is worth a thousand words… or maybe just “Oh my god” repeated a thousand times.
Ha! It was like a little gift–as if he’d said, “here, my sweet, something to amuse you in the middle of your otherwise hum-drum day.
You are laying down an impressive set of wicked posts. Keep it up!
(using my 80s lingo so I don’t forget my flow)
Thanks, Stacie! You are totally awesome and your posts are righteous! I feel the sudden urge to shellac my hair with Aquanet;-)
bravo, totally enjoying this!
Thank you! He is cute, isn’t he–even in a gas mask?