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Jabba the Cat
The 100+ degree temperature of the day was a result of direct sunlight. No cloud-cover, no humidity; no breeze. It burned the skin. Adjusting the brim of my military-issue desert camouflage "floppy" hat, to tug down over my eyes, I pulled the ripcord of the mower and it started right away. I must be getting old, because the 3-hours of yardwork wasn't a chore - it was a joy. Even in this heat. Something therapeutic about all that manual labor...and all the sweat. I had raised the wheels on the mower since the last time I'd cut the yard and this time followed through with full edging both around the house with the weed-eater, and the best sidewalk lines to date with the edger attachment. I swept up all the leavings, spread fertilizer and watered it. My yard looked magnificent.
I had taken the supplement Nitric Oxide just prior to this endeavor. On days I do weights, 20-minutes after my workout I take creatine and protien. On my cardio days, 45-minutes prior, I take Nitric Oxide. The particular mixture I take contains, among other things, yohimbe root, grape seed extract, and a near-unhealthy dose of caffeine. I also wondered if the N.O. would help act as an anti-hangover agent, having gotten drunk the night before on boxed wine, putting on my mu'umu'u, and traipsing around my neighborhood with a neverending wineglass crashing everyone's weekend driveway parties in a failed, "If I drink wine maybe I'll sleep tonight since I haven't slept in a week" experiment. Mostly I just startled the neighborhood children. And the ones I ran into the next day continued to giggle about it. "I see you're not in your dress today." one young woman said.
*Sigh*
Watched Romancing the Stone with my wife (boy did that bring back some memories), went out to eat a couple of times, tried to annoy the everlivingshit out of those who think http://foursquare.com is cool by "checking in" everywhere I went (ultimately ending up in an argument with an apparent paranoid schizophrenic over the dangers of location data) and got our 3rd cat from a righteous babe we met while visiting my wife's cousin's widow who was down visiting friends after a magnificent day with them.
Weighing in at about 25-pounds, meet the enormous Molly Baggins:
Aw, shucks.
What's over here?
Fatty McFat
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She's adorable! :)
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