I didn't feel like going to the gym today, so around 2pm, I decided
to start hammering out some Kitchen Counter Push-ups. When you do them
in sets of 25, it's amazing how many you can do in a 4 hour period...
200 to be exact. Yes, I kept track.
You may laugh,
because they're not "real" push-ups, but I have the guns to prove that
they are just as effective as a "real" push-up. I'm on a mission to get
my armpits back. Not to mention, I'll be purchasing my first hand gun
soon so Charlie and I can enjoy some adult time at the gun range... and
I'll need the strength to control the kick back.
When
Charlie got home from work, he took us out to Vallarta's Mexican
Restaurant in Wesley Chapel and ordered a beer that was in a huge mug.
It was as big as, or bigger, than his own head.
Lil
Charlie and Sierra fought like little kids and we enjoyed the talented
Mariachi band that walked through the restaurant playing Mexican music.
Sierra is determined to get her own Mariachi Band outfit. Good stuff.
There was a couple that sat down next to us with a little
baby girl who was total perfection....absolutely gorgeous. So, I
handed her mom my business card and told her how beautiful her baby was. I'm a photographer, for those who may not
know...and I NEVER pass up a cute baby!!
All was great until Daddy decided to let an
atrocious burp escape his body. Given the circumstances of Mexican food +
a HUGE beer, it was to be expected. I should have seen it coming.
I
wish I knew that lady's name who I gave the card to. If you know
someone from Wesley Chapel with a cute, black-haired little baby girl
and they post something about a photographer who gave them a card and
then her husband burped really loud, let me know so I can send her a
friend request.
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