Is It Me?

According to Lauren
Since we only border Edina, and aren’t within the city limits at my gym I figured Target gear was acceptable to workout in.  Apparently I missed the memo that prior to 9am the dress code is business casual.  My fellow athletes were sporting Khaki shorts, leather belts, and a watches that Father Time would be impressed by.  Tomorrow I’ll make sure to wear some sensible slacks, and a breezy blouse.

According to Stephanie
Just for the record, I work out in nothing less than a finely tailored suit and loafers. Just for the record.  
My day was a bit sweatier than Lauren’s as I chose to do some interval training outside-basically walking a lot with some spurts of really serious looking running until cars pass me by.  As I was walking past a house on my usual route, I spied my usual golden retriever napping outside in THE SUN in this 97 degree heat.   “Why would such a shaggy character choose to bathe in the bowels of hell itself?” I wondered.  Honestly, he was within paw’s distance of the shady tree . . . go the whole nine yards and just drag yourself.  But, then, it occurred to me that he might be passed out, or worse, dead.  So, I got as close as the white picket fence would allow and inspected his frame while saying, “HUH”--a bit too loudly, I guess because if I didn’t get the biggest stink eye from that creature for waking him up, then I don’t know what.  So, in essence, I woke a really lazy dog who is going to regret not dragging himself to the shade when he realizes his butt hairs are probably a bit more blond than he was hoping for.