The DH went to workout this morning. Really. 
I know lots of people workout on a regular basis but despite donating his money to a 24/7 workout facility last year, the DH’s most strenuous workout has remained the remote. :wallbash: I’m pretty sure it was the latest doctor visit that inspired him, but I’m just glad.
Anywho, he rolled out of bed at 5:30 a.m. (mark that on your calendar as well — the man likes to sleep in), cut the tags off of the workout clothes he bought a year ago, and suited up. I was talking to him while he got his stuff together and put on his shoes.
Me: Don’t let some ho get on you while you’re there. (Must insert here that this is an obscure form of flattery/encouragement, not true jealousy/insecurity)
DH: (grinning, duly flattered) How long have I been married to you?
Me: A couple of years.
DH: Anyway, I’m sure I’ll be the fattest bastard in the place.
Me: I’m sure you won’t. But you’ll be the cutest bastard in the place.
DH: I don’t know aobut that.
Me: I do. You look good in those workout clothes. I should take a picture of you — ya know, like a kid going off to school on the first day.
DH: You’re crazy. I’ll call you when I get there.
One should note here that this place is 1.25 miles from our house. :wave:
He’ll call me when he’s through. And I’ll listen to blow-by-blow of him pedaling on the recumbant bike because I want him to be excited and inspired about this. He needs to workout for a multitude of reasons — even if it’s because some ho tries to get on him. :lol: