Joe has taken up a new venture. He's becoming in his words "a lean, mean, fighting machine"! (That's his "lean, mean, fighting machine pose complete with his bag of gym goodies). I've been taking him to the gym ususally twice a week. I drop him off on my way into work and then Nancy picks him up when he's ready to leave. Then he goes and spends the day with Mom and Dad. The thing hanging around his neck is his own handy, dandy personal access key to the gym - 24 hours a day if he wished.
On the way home, he entertains me with his exploits while at the gym. There's the sauna that melts away the pounds and after about a hour and half in 100+ degrees, he emerges as a giant prune. He's also described the day when a female type person walked in on him while he was in the shower - oops! Or the time another dudette tried to carry on a conversation with him when he was sitting in the sauna with just his friend, the towel, drapped across his lap. So, who said going to the gym while the rest of the world is hard at work behind a desk is boring? Not Joe!
Keep up the work Joey! At this rate we won't have to buy that king-sized bed we've been wanting, huh?
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