You thought that was a typo, didn't you?
Earlier this month, Chris and I decided to replace our old "beast." Others would refer to this as exercise equipment...I would not. I started out calling our first exercise machine the Beast because, well, it was a beast.
It could give you a beastly workout. It would hurt you if you weren't careful.
But the computer brain started dying.
And it was hard to challenge yourself because according to the computer you never went faster than 1 MPH. Sometimes the clock worked, sometimes it didn't. Not much fun if you can't challenge yourself. And so the beast turned into a forgotten pile of metal and plastic parts upon which the dust faeries dance.
Enter the Millie Beast.
She is a much more brutal Beast than the prior Beast. She and I have spent the first couple of weeks circling around each other, feeling each other out, getting acquainted.
Then, one day out of the blue, she kicked my backside. All the way to the curb.
Just like that. No warning. No by the way. She just laid waste to me like I was a wimp (which I am, but don't tell her that).
And I decided that I would show her who was boss.
So she kicked my backside to the curb again, and she didn't even have the courtesy to break a sweat or breathe hard.
That made me mad. And I decided I would get even for that last like kick-butt she gave me....
I unplugged her from the wall.
Take that, Millie Beast!
And now for our guest artist's addition to the original sketch:
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| My Best Beastie Forever! |
It could give you a beastly workout. It would hurt you if you weren't careful.
But the computer brain started dying.
And it was hard to challenge yourself because according to the computer you never went faster than 1 MPH. Sometimes the clock worked, sometimes it didn't. Not much fun if you can't challenge yourself. And so the beast turned into a forgotten pile of metal and plastic parts upon which the dust faeries dance.
Enter the Millie Beast.
She is a much more brutal Beast than the prior Beast. She and I have spent the first couple of weeks circling around each other, feeling each other out, getting acquainted.
Then, one day out of the blue, she kicked my backside. All the way to the curb.
Just like that. No warning. No by the way. She just laid waste to me like I was a wimp (which I am, but don't tell her that).
And I decided that I would show her who was boss.
So she kicked my backside to the curb again, and she didn't even have the courtesy to break a sweat or breathe hard.
That made me mad. And I decided I would get even for that last like kick-butt she gave me....
I unplugged her from the wall.
Take that, Millie Beast!
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And now for our guest artist's addition to the original sketch:
Thanks, Chris, for making me laugh out loud!
