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Mary is a good egg!!
It is Wednesday, and I tried to hide under the sheets so Mary would not drag me to the “fitness center”. Fitness center,r my aching everything! I was made into a pretzel, lifted weights heavier than Superman could manage, and I pulled two muscles just getting up from the mat after the floor “exercises”.
It was so embarrassing—this new client walked by, pointed at me, and asked her instructor, “Uh… what is that on the floor?” like I was a mysterious stain or something worse.
Before going outside into the inferno, we had a light lunch of delicious leftovers from Roberto’s. I checked, and there was no margarita left over!
We had an appointment with Mary’s doctor, so naturally, I used that”short time” to finish the drip lines and pound in 8-foot-tall steel posts for Mary’s sweet peas—because nothing says quick break like casually installing garden infrastructure.
We ran across a picture of Mary in the 1970s doing some doctoring in Germany. I used some AI to clean up the image. Dang, she is still pretty!!!
Physician, heel yourself!!
BTW, we do not need to move the drinking fountain inside; the bidet now works just fine! Super Handyman to the rescue. Mary has decided to keep me! Yeah!!
