The Black Assassin has lived at our home for 2 years today. She's my buddy all day long. What's a chewed up couch count in the grand scheme of things.
We joined the Y on Sunday and Mrs took part in a yoga class yesterday. I shot baskets in the gym with some old timer who's more full of shit than I am. Hard to believe but true. I'd like to do a little weight lifting but that floor with the exercise equipment is hard for me to take. I mean I held my mother's hand when she blew out her last breath in this life and I left the Snow Bear's body at the vet (it was hard to leave her) so she could be cremated but I refuse to take exercise seriously. Now the basketball court is where the fun is. Loads of Somali kids shooting the rock...and a couple of old white guys shooting two hand set shots. Yee ha!