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.
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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.
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.