I have a standing 2 PM date at the gym. Probably one of the reasons I enjoy it.
However, today I almost wanted to exchange my date for someone else. Someone perhaps, nicer. More thoughtful and considerate. Ahem.
So, I was biking and Rob was biking next to me.
I commented that I had already biked an extra 2 miles today because I got there a bit early and was waiting for him to finish up so we could do a few laps around the track. I mentioned that I'd been there a long time.
"Oh," he said, completely unimpressed. "How long have you been whining?"
Now, on the wall over the track, there is CLEARLY posted, a wooden sign that says, "NO WHINING."
Whine? Moi? At the gym? Now really.
About a mile into his bike ride he stopped and said he was leaving. Why? His favorite bike was unavailable. Doesn't that sound like whining? :) Oh, I think it does.
(Sorry sweetie... I had to use you for blog fodder today... and tomorrow will be the story of your -um- injury.) hehe