MY GUNS ARE HUGE, BRAH

Quick -- touch the ground, see if it's cold.

Hell MUST be freezing over, because the hubby and I have ... sigh ... joined a gym.

We are card-carrying members of the local YMCA now. The pudge made us do it. I guess we were fine all these years living in Washington, D.C., and Tokyo, with walking being a primary mode of transportation. But not so in the City of Oaks. It's all car, all the time -- until the
weather's nice enough for me to ride my bike to work, that is.

Somewhat related to the whole gym thing -- because I want to get an armband to hold my iPod while I work out but I'm not sure they make them small enough for my sticks -- I measured my biceps today. Turns out, brah, my guns are, like, HUGE. Ten inches around, to be exact. Which actually does sound huge, but I confess that most of it is jiggly stuff. (Not to be confused with Jigglypuff).

One day, brah, if you're rad, maybe I'll show you my guns. I can even point out which way to the gun show. YEAH.

Comments

[Janna]

Nice Jigglypuff reference there, cuteness.