Monday was a little tough. Jen was out, and I let the kids talk me into dinner at Uno's. After a couple of beers and an individual deep-dish pizza, I felt like I was waddling around the house like a pregnant lady. No offense pregnant ladies - you know how I feel about you!
I managed, but on the final "push-ups 'til you puke" level, well, I did the minimum push=ups and didn't quite puke.
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