Thursday was a normal inside chore day. I am having a bit of difficulty coming up with an interesting post that doesn't have to do with sweating through 3 pairs of underwear, or chasing chickens. Or scrubbing a toilet or two.
I did make a batch of homemade ricotta that will be used for a few dinners this coming weekend, but the highlight to share is our trip to the gym.
I was jogging on the treadmill at a fairly good pace. Hubby was on the treadmill next to me, jogging as well.
In front of the treadmills are windows, but up on the walls on the right and left are two large televisions. We happened to be pretty close to one. I had my shuffle blasting upbeat music to keep me going, and I happened to look up at the TV (and probably shouldn't have).
Turtleman was on. Yep. You know that guy who rescues people from pesky pests? Well, we continued to jog and watched him catch animals, but....
You know how televions show the words so you can read what they are saying while your listening to music? Well, there he (Turtleman) was "Wah, Wah, Wah!" pretending to be Bruce Lee and all I could think of was my older brother. I busted out laughing, tripped and almost fell flat on my face on the treadmill. Hubby got a good laugh.
You see, my older brother once took the older girls camping, and they brought back videos and photos. That's all I'm sayin' about my older brother and Turtleman. Ha ha ha ha! The two really do need to meet some day.