Today, 07:32 AM
You like to live dangerously, I see. :cool:
I may go crazy and twist off the cap on my fancy wine and have me an I-talian dinner straight outta the can. Mr Animal brings home dinner on Sundays for him and the boys (they have hot wing Sunday) and I usually just have a salad because I go to the gym at the ungodly hour of 6 am on Monday and the chicken wings have caused me GI distress before.:( I was in the zone on the treadmill with my headphones on and I felt the toots passing but I didn't think they were loud until Mr Animal tapped me on the shoulder with a big grin on his face and told me I had sound effects. :eek::o I was mortified. The old man who clips his nails on the track was the only person who would talk to me for a few weeks there. My toots are usually silent but deadly, not loud - that's why I didn't think twice about leaving in my earbuds. I normally just get on the treadmill under the fan and give the blame look to someone who looks like a stinky farter but after chicken wing night, that plan failed me.
At that moment, I swore to never eat anything sketchy the night before early gym. :( I wonder how my body would do on canned Spagettios (with "meat"balls) and twist cap wine?:confused: Right now, the only things on my sketchy list are hot wings (anything super spicy) and too much citrus. I spent most of one session on the potty after having a whole grapefruit. Luckily, the ladies room is empty that time of day because I destroyed that bathroom. :eek::D