So, I was riding the bike today (1st time I've made it to a workout all week) and I had on a long sleeve shirt under my t-shirt. I started to take it off and Carl went all puppy dog eyes and pleading with me...
"What are you doing? PLEASE leave it on!"
So I did. And it sucked. I hated being smothered! It was sweltering. I hate to be hot and I wasn't happy. Carl said, "Let's try to wear it once a week." I said.."Hmm, maybe. We'll see." So Carl said, "I thought we were going to work on your attitude."
Oh were we???
I had no idea.
Attitude? I have an attitude?