Fighting weight: 155 lbs. I’m 5’8″ — at 155 I look pretty good.
Twice in one week I got up to go exercise and was thwarted by our complex’s locked gym — once I forgot my key, and the other time a secondary deadbolt was locked.
Also twice recently I went shopping, as Rebecca has been morning sick, and saw cookies on ridiculous sale while looking for something completely unrelated.
I can see the conversation in my head, but I’m not sure who the characters are.
“And there, on the other side of the aisle, were Oreos. Buy One Get One FREE.”
“Yes. It was beautiful. I was… inspired.”
“You mean tempted.”
Then we can either go with:
“Neither of which you’d be able to pick out in a line up.”
“Pardon me if I prefer to think of the glass as half-full.”
“Yeah. Of whole milk, or are you drinking straight creamer now?”