Wishes for the funny

I would so like to be funny today. But since the hubby woke up on the wrong side of the bed, he woke me up on the wrong side of the bed, so it seems all I can muster is "wry". I have been going to the gym. Joe and I joined a couple of months ago, and I have been steadily working out with a body builder named Juan. For me, he is the perfect blend of mean and sweet. During our workout, if I wuss out on something, he taunts me. Only after we're finished for the day does he give me a high five and tell me how strong I'm getting. I'm bound and determined to look like a different person when I go back home for Christmas this year. Heck, I aim to look different by the next time we go to Flemington, which will probably be Thanksgiving. I have decided my life has become too sedintary, so much so that when I am running out the door for crazy busy reasons, I'm always three steps behind before I even start. Someday I will perfect this thing we call life. But for now, my first step is to get the pup some food.