I don't think so.
(I have already been back on the treadmill. True, it was at a slow pace but the treadmill nonetheless. Don't tell Danny.)
In fact, the last time he tried to officially "supervise" me was when we both worked at Burger Chef. We both were just burger jockeys and then he got promoted to night manager. I knew this arrangement would never work so I quit.
|Good-bye Burger Chef! Nice to have worked for you!|
On the "I Think I May Be Getting Older Front" (you know, due to the aforementioned excessive injuries), I did purchase my very first pair of elastic waist jeans. I know that this is what came leaping to your mind.
|I think I am trying to "smize" ala Tyra Banks. It is the only explanation for my eyes.|
Here's another shot.
|I am attempting to look nonchalant. Maybe not so successfully.|
Can I get an Amen for comfortable jeans that are also stylish?
And Danny...dear sweet Danny. I don't think he will ever supervise me.