True story… she laughs every single time I run… I’m glad she’s finally vocalized what’s so funny (you know… besides fat man running), but there’s not much I can do about it.

I went for a brief (30 minute) run this afternoon apres travail, but there’s not much to say about it.  I certainly didn’t pounce on any Stegasaurus or any such thing…. I would have run longer, but it can’t seem to make up its mind if it wants to rain or not, so I thought I’d have a longer run in the morning (indoor or out depending upon the rain).

So yeah… I’m a T-rex… not sure what to do with that…  I don’t mind as it’s Laurie.  If it was someone else in the extended family, it might annoy me, but it is what it is… and family members are always going to talk.  I suppose being fat just gives them something obvious to peck at… could be worse… I could be the smelly guy in the family.  If family can’t say some of the inappropriate, borderline sadistic things then who can?  Sometimes they need to be heard.

Sometimes…

Meh… best to stick with the motto that I am what I am, and I don’t give a rat’s arse what people think…

Hmmm… my diet is pissing me off/going nowhere fast, and I’m beginning to growl (not entirely unlike a T-rex)… best to end this post before I get down right moody.  So, I’ll leave you with a little ditty that expresses the sort of positive message we can all use from time to time…