I am going to cop out on this week. It was a deload week so not much exciting went on. And it beats me typing out weights I am embarassed to say I did. But that is why I deload.
On a positive note, I went to buy car parts Sunday and the salesman asked me for my ID when I presented a check. As luck would have it, I had literally left my ID in my other pants. I begged and I pleaded (because I did not want to make a second trip). I told the salesman how I buy stuff here all the time (I do) and 'can't ya pullllllleaze accept my check???' He said, well, I can but I need the operator's license number and a phone number on the check. That's easy I replied and rattled off the seven digit ID number like it was my phone number. The guy looked at me oddly and said, 'uh, ok, but how do you know that?' Easy, I replied, Donato's always asks me that when I write them a check for pizza. 'You musta bought a lotta pizza from them,' he said. I just nodded.
Deload makes deload lighter thus maketh one strong(er),
Ed T.
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