After our workouts this morning, busy daddy, the boy, and I had smoothies at the gym cafe while designing daddy and Eddie K had a quick lunch. Designing daddy had a salad, but picked out all of the olives because he doesn’t care for them. He asked me why I was taking pictures of the dispatched olives. I told him it was for my blog, duh.
BTW, there is a brilliant reality TV show with designing daddy’s name written all of it, but I’m too tired to explain the details. Suffice to say: design protips plus Vogueing-style yoga plus fashion protips plus hosting chores by designing daddy equals ratings gold, I tell you!
Busy daddy got ripped off with a three-quarters filled smoothie. (Mine was filled to the brim.) Where’s the outrage? The gym should comp busy daddy’s membership dues for a year.
I’m looking forward to pigging out during Thanksgiving. But don’t tell Chris G.