Some things never change. Every January, a large part of the human population makes a resolution to go to the gym regularly and a large part of the female population feel that they have put on weight over the holidays. The wife is a part of this large population and mentions it to me the other day and I tell her "Don't worry about it honey. Skinny model types do nothing for me ..........(long pause)..... even when I beg them or offer to pay them money".
We are already a month into the new year and I have still not even started on my exercising. All the spare ribs I ate during the holidays have decided not to spare me. I thought I had hit pay-dirt when I first saw them. I mean, these pigs must be have been skinny - the ribs are so spare that they look like they have been attending classes with the missus. I now realize that they are with me to stay and they seem to have settled down a few inches below my ribs. I need to start hitting that gym soon.
The last couple of months have been centered around music at our house. Almost every weekend has ended with the music blasting and sometimes the neighbors complaining. After one such particularly wild night of CCR and Dire Straits, we were invited to dinner by one of our friendly neighbors. They obviously didn't know that we were the reason for their sleepless nights and soon the talk got around to and I quote "the ear splitting" music that seems to reverberate around us at unearthly hours. Even as we were trying to change the subject, the lady of the house told us "It must be that group of bachelors who live on the top floor!". I had to own up that we were indeed the "bachelors" on the top floor. Needless to say, we have toned down the music at home - we now don't turn the knob up fully, we stop at around 80%.
The last couple of months have been centered around music at our house. Almost every weekend has ended with the music blasting and sometimes the neighbors complaining. After one such particularly wild night of CCR and Dire Straits, we were invited to dinner by one of our friendly neighbors. They obviously didn't know that we were the reason for their sleepless nights and soon the talk got around to and I quote "the ear splitting" music that seems to reverberate around us at unearthly hours. Even as we were trying to change the subject, the lady of the house told us "It must be that group of bachelors who live on the top floor!". I had to own up that we were indeed the "bachelors" on the top floor. Needless to say, we have toned down the music at home - we now don't turn the knob up fully, we stop at around 80%.
