My inner slug is trying to kill me. I have evidence.
I’m pretty sure it’s a conspiracy.
It has teamed up with my boss:
she won’t want to exercise when she gets home.
It has talked to the cat:
there long after she’s watched the news.
And the dog:
of dawn. Let her sleep late, she’ll be sluggish all day.
It has spoken convincingly to people who have my phone number:
Don’t let her hang up and get on that treadmill.
It has even communicated with those who have my email address:
she’ll be too tired to exercise. Plus she’ll have a headache.
My inner slug does not seem to understand that ours is a symbiotic relationship. I go down, it’s going down with me.
Symbi-what? Any of you got a dictionary?
Yeah. It has been a tough week. But I just took my inner slug for a half-mile walk and it is feeling pretty subdued at the moment. That won’t last. It tries to contact you with suggestions for thwarting my resolve to exercise, just ignore it.
Inner slugs are persistent little buggers, aren’t they.
I will make sure to hang up the phone/delete the email should your inner slug contact me. Sadly, if it contacts my inner slug, we may be in for it.
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Note to self:
– Buy BCB an answering machine for Christmas.
– Train the dog to wake her up early enough for a nice brisk walk every morning.
– Bribe the cat into only purring when the human is tired and needs to be soothed to sleep.
– And, of course, slap that dang boss upside the head!
upzxshy – BCB’s advice to Mary on what she (Mary) can do with her advice.
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