Last night as husband was in an unnamed room, I hear him angrily telling someone to stop harassing him. Well, that's strange. I pause Modern Family (favorite show. probably ever. No I take it back. But it's still up there) and "Babe? You ok?"
"Ya, it's that dang Texas Family Fitness. They won't stop emailing me, calling me, and I'm sick of it and gave them a piece of my mind."
"At 11:30?"
"Well ya..."
"Go get 'em tiger."
No one stands in the way of couch sitting and hot pockets. Not even you, fitness.