Uncle Klae: (joking) Stop it, K, or I'll beat you silly.
Nephew H: (whispering) Beat him!
Uncle Klae: Quiet, H!
Nephew H: (whispering more insistantly) BEEEEEEAT HIM!
So I was at the gym on Thursday when I had my official "You've lost 30 pounds" weigh in, and Theresa (my trainer) got really serious…
So on a POSITIVE note (which I seem to share so few of recently), I've been seeing a trainer for the last year or so. Twice a week, 30 minutes a…
I may or may not have just scared off a raccoon that was outside my window with a lightsaber flashlight.