Three Way News
Your Source. For everything. Really.
Contributors
- Hammer
- Jambo
- Libby Mae
Current Poll
Recurring features
Hammer's Favorites
- Dobson v. Sponge-Bob
- Calvin, the nest egg
- Pat's predictions
- Bachmann spins Cupertino
- 205 atheists assume the bench
- Fox spins Oil for Food
- Fact check: highest taxed state
- Gen. Myers v. Reality
- Janice Rogers Brown
- Killing Field
- Kline hates Big Bird
- Vote Luca Brasi!
- Cornyn's Stalinist Supreme Court
- Rumsfeld's hidden metrics
Jambo's Favories
- Dolphin research updates
- We all shine on
- If you have to write...
- Columnist NY Times should have
- Truth about taxes
- Fourth of July
- Movie objects
- Lost in supermarket
- Dysfunctional Farmer Labor party
- Punks you hated
- Some preacher from east
- Winning issues
Monday, April 11, 2005
No, David! and the flesh-colored yoga-tard
Silly old Hammer. Hammer made it to the Y this morning for a light workout. After showering, I realized that I failed to pack a pair of pants to wear to work. At that point, my choices were two: go to work in my flesh-colored yoga-tard or drive home for pants.I drove home. I couldn't take the snickering.
On the way home, I decided a vacation day was in order. The Missus had concerts all weekend, plus rehearsal Sunday night. That's powerful busy for a sedentary guy like me.
Forgetting my pants turned out pretty well.
Rapture Monday will have to wait for bed time...
5 Comments:
Only someone who recently acquired an extra week of vacation would use such a day so cavalierly.
By 
, at
8:50 PM
OK, I get "No David", having read it scores of times (as will D in the coming years) but I have to ask, "what the hell is a yoga-tard?" On second thought, maybe I don't want to know as all it will do is place an image in my head I could do without. What ever happened to working out in shorts and a t-shirt? Or even a pair of sweatpants? One of the things I've always liked about the Uptown Y is that everyone there managed to get in pretty good shape without shopping anywhere more trendy than Target. Well, that and Ragstock, but that's a whole 'nother issue.
By , at
9:34 PM
A flesh-colored yoga-tard is what D accused me of wearing lo, these many years ago. Sunshine has not yet stopped guffawing.
In my defense, Sunshine is easily entertained. She keeps going to U2 concerts, for crying out loud.
Jambo and sweatpants...that seems right.
By , at
9:55 AM
D thinks about Jambo's legs far too much.
<< Home
