Odd Thomas late last night – and liked it a great deal – but I was so blindsided by the twist at the end that I burst into tears. Hmph. Gotta love that Dean Koontz. Next up is Bad to the Bone (from the Casey Jones series by Katy Munger), followed by Autobiography of a Fat Bride, followed by the next in the Casey Jones series, followed by The Idiot Girls’ Action-Adventure Club, followed by the next in the Casey Jones series. When Fred suggested that I read Odd Thomas, I had just finished reading Blood. “I can’t read that next,” I told him. “I have to read a book from the Casey Jones series next, because my plan is to read one series book, then one non-series book, then a series book, and so on.” “Okay, RAINMAN, ” he snarked. He’s one to talk.
Brian fooling around on the Gazelle and I think the spud was on an elliptical trainer.
Anyway, while we were there I took advantage of the moment to try out the elliptical trainers and decided that I really liked the NordicTrack elliptical trainer. Fred and I had been talking for a while about getting an elliptical trainer, but wanted to wait until I had actually tried one out.
When we got home from Maine, I mentioned to Fred that I liked the NordicTrack, and to my surprise – usually when I suggest that we need a new piece of exercise equipment, he tells me we have no room in the garage (which is true) – he said he’d stop at Sears at some point and check them out.
Long story short (too late!), the NordicTrack elliptical trainer was back-ordered and so Fred ordered one and it arrived yesterday, so he went and picked it up. When he brought it home, he decided to put it together immediately.
And then he spent three hours putting it together. At one point I had dinner cooking on the stove and was trying to help him.
“Tell me what the instructions say to do next,” he said. I picked up the book and looked at it, and honestly, it could have been written in another language completely. It made no sense to me at all.
“It makes no sense to me at all,” I said. “It’s like it’s written in Greek!”
Fred took the book from me. “I’ve GOT it,” he said. “I’ll do it, go back inside.”
Note to the husbands out there: You don’t actually have to say the words “You’re a dumbass” to get the idea across, and thus when your wife is mad at you later and you so very innocently say “Are you mad about something?” and she says “YOU CALLED ME A DUMBASS!” and you say “I did NOT call you a dumbass!”, you are wrong and she is right and you’d best commence to begging for forgiveness, you fucker.
So the elliptical trainer is put together, but we need batteries for the display thingy (as the spud would say), so I haven’t really used it for exercise yet, though I’ve been out in the garage a few times trying it out. What I really like about it is that it’s quiet enough that I’ll be able to watch a movie or a TV show while I’m on it, and actually HEAR it (the stationary bike is too loud to hear what’s going on if a TV or movie is playing). I’m thinking I’ll start taping the Ellen Degeneres Show every night, because that is one funny-ass woman.
Spanky might be a little dumb, but he’s certainly HAPPY.
Tubby does his thing…
…while Miz Poo considers kicking his ass.
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