The flowers were worth it

Do you know, I am so unfit, that my right thigh is a still a teensy bit sore from that afternoon last week when I had to chase the dog down the road, across the road and down the tram track, after the florist left the front door open just a chink and I wasn’t thinking clearly enough to unchink the door.

Still, today, I got off the couch, and tomorrow: back to the gym.

0 thoughts on “The flowers were worth it”

  1. I had two long bruises on the insides of my thighs last week. Couldn’t imagine how I’d gotten them – and then I realized that K sits on my thigh fat when we ride on the Vespa.
    He’s bony.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *