Today is garbage day. That means my roommate has to finally pick up the dead lizard in the backyard. I let him keep it an extra week - don't ask why. He threatened to bring it into the house instead of walking it around and putting it in the garbage directly. So when he went outside I locked him out. I knew he was going to mess with me, but after I asked him if he threw it away he swore that he did. I should have known better. I opened the garage door and was expecting him to scare me with it. I thought I was safe because I didn't see anything on the garbage can itself. However, I found it strange that my roommate felt compelled to follow me out to the garage when I was headed to the gym. Yep! He had put the dead lizard on the hood of my car so it would be looking at me when I walked toward my car. I hate my roommate with the fire of a thousand suns. Geez Louise! My heart rate shot through the roof before I ever got to the gym. Needless to say my roommate got quite the kick out of it. Once his mission was accomplished he threw it away. Jerk.
I managed to compose myself and made my way to the gym. I did the bike today, as I was a little bored with the elliptical.
Happy Friday!
Is that 90 or 30 on the meter? I can't really tell.
ReplyDeleteI wish I could say it was 90 minutes, but it's actually 30. I'm hoping my photo skills will improve soon.
ReplyDeleteI'm finding that it is not so much the photo skills as it is the lighting and glare on the machines. Imagine my relief at finding out it was only 30 min +. I'd be on the run forever trying to catch up. :)
ReplyDeleteI think you should hatch a plan to get even with the roommate.
ReplyDeleteRIP Lizard.
Freaking. Hilarious.
ReplyDeleteRoommate = 1
You = 0