My lost Valentimes day present to myself.

Yeah, I misspelled it to keep the evil spirits away.

Apparently the $20 Harbor Freight Sawzall knock-off was only on sale until the 14th of the month and I no longer have a chance to have something that funny. I’ll have to wait until it goes on sale again.

Yesterday there was a dude at the gym who smelled horrible. He wasn’t even wearing gym clothes, just a tank-top undershirt and slacks. He was even wearing dress shoes. The worst part is that it smelled like he bathed in onions before he showed up. Yuck-a-doodle-doo. I also found out that one of the trainers had broken up with his girlfriend, and that lead me to have more fantasy fodder. But heck, it’s not like I ever ask anyone out and get put on dontdatehimgirl.com. (I actually know someone listed on there!)

I had the day off today. My boss told me, “Take Friday off. I won’t be there,” so that’s what I did. Didn’t accomplish all that much, but I wasn’t at work either. Yay.

One thought on “My lost Valentimes day present to myself.”

  1. I live just over the border from Hong Kong. Men that work out in China dress like the guy you mentioned, and then they go to the locker rooms and blowdry their balls. Or so I’ve been told. The other extreme is the one super big guy that wears tiny yellow spandex shorts and a parka every day.

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