Yesterday evening The Silver Fox and I went on a walk together. When she goes on walks she likes to cut the corners. I like to walk around like I'm working crosswalks, making a giant bubble. In order to keep up with her I have to jog the corners.
As we are approaching a corner I cut behind her and begin jogging. I look to my right because I hear her footsteps falling in synch with mine.
"Hey, why are we jogging?" she asks.
"We aren't jogging. I'm jogging to keep up with you cutting corners."
"Oh. Well you better catch up," she cackles as she cuts the corner while continuing to jog.
"I'm made for comfort not speed; comfort!"
That being said, as of this morning I've worked off 10 pounds of comfort.
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