"Some golf. A few beers. I mean, that's fun." That's what my ridiculous coworker, Griff, said the other day, and that right there sounds like my nightmare afternoon, but to each his own.
Some cats. A book. Strong coffee. That's fun.
A whole afternoon of sex followed by French dip and mashed potatoes delivered to your door. THAT'S fun.
My point is, what would YOU describe as fun?
Also, my Fitbit hit 10,000 steps again last night. We schlepped the poor dogs around the neighborhood till my wrist beeped at me. That's not fun.
Pretty yard on our walk. It was so hot I hallucinated bottles on a branch. I think I was on step #7,992 at that point.
Step #8467. Ned worrying about a broken branch on a Crepe Myrtle. Tallulah worrying about her Gentle Leader on her snout. gentul leeder vex lu. gentul leeder do not spell fun. it be lu bowel of hell.
heer wat fun for lillee. go way if you not goeeng to pet.
