Okay, I'm going to kill
Him! Sheesh! I was telling my roomie, how much I walked today, my pedometer was up to 4.32 miles when I got home at 3:30, but had to bend over to clean up the water bowl when my golden skidded into it...and reset the pedometer....and I was doing dishes, complaining about my legs hurting...and he says, it's good for you, you used to walk up 5 flights of stairs, this was 60 pounds ago..I swear...it will be justifible homicide....grrrrrr
Edited: Not really kill him, just very angry.
Edited: Not really kill him, just very angry.
oh! No! Not my baby, my golden rachel...my roomie was giving me that look when I told him the pedometer reset when I bent over, like sure, you walked that far...this from a man, who sits around all day at his work, waiting for a repair call to come in, and then can only go out IF they have a vehicle....then comes home and is a couch potato all evening! sheesh..