Thursday, November 22, 2012
I made some of the Offspring to walk with me. Forced exercise is always a good thing, but I think I must have lost a few of them along the way. I started out walking with eight of them and one quickly dropped by the wayside--a victim of donuts, Coke and tobacky. Those little wusses have no lung capacity whatsoever. Why when I was their age, I was smoking three packs a day and walking to school uphill both ways, all the while puffing away on two Marlboros at a time. (And when I say 'school', I mean the liquor store.) That's multi-tasking, people.
But I'm guessing Male Offspring #6 wasn't the only one I lost since I only came back with four kids. Geez, I need to walk more often. Like they say, ya win some, ya lose some....
I will spare you the "I'm so grateful for" column this year. Just ASSume that I'm grateful for everything except disease, heartbreak and skinny jeans for men.