On Monday while seemingly the entire world was snowed in (my family was no exception) My wife made Jello with the girls.  Strawberry and Lime for you curious folks.  Lime by the way is the best Popsicle and jello flavor hands down, Orange would be next but still given the option my green friend wins every time.  Jello is a cool refreshing treat.  and what kid or kid at heart doesn’t “dig that wobble, dig that wiggle”

However when I feel like Jello that’s not so cool.  So yesterday I joined a gym.  And for my trouble (and my money) they gave me a “free” t-shirt which I not so proudly show you here.  I find it interesting that “free” t-shirts only come in XL.  What about me?  What about the Fat Guy?  Perhaps it is motivation.  It certainly isn’t good advertising.  If people see me stretching that fabric further than the laws of physics would suggest possible, they might look at the Logo and say “that gym isn’t worth my money.”  Or perhaps it is a gift for my smaller loved ones.    Either way, I worked out for about an hour and a half and no I realize how out of shape I am.  My arms and legs feel like Jello.  In a good way.

Later,

Billy