Anyone who's played Turkey Shoot at Christmas - or any other time but I only play it then - will understand why I was fully expecting this bird to draw out his guns and shoot us.
And the gatepost saga.
Husband was finally able to get the posts he wanted - in the tree chopping place just down the road. Apparently we were trying not to go there as there was a scary woman behind the counter.
Having been conscripted to help hang the gates I can see why Husband insisted on the stronger posts: the gates weighed a ton. Good job I'm so strong!
Speaking of strength, over the holidays Husband has been reading the New Scientist special issue all about health and fitness. It seems Boud was ahead of her time doing her weight training. Definite benefits of all sorts so I shall be ordering some wrist weights for exercise class. It doesn't matter if you use heavy weights for a short time or light weights for long time; what matters is that you should be worn out at the end. Apparently.
Husband also pointed out that I am fat in the wrong places. Can you be fat in the right places?
3 comments:
Glad he found the needed gate posts!
I'm wondering if it was the holding up of the gate post that underlined the advantages of weight training.
That does look like a heavy gate.
I'm just fat in ALL places, right and wrong.
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