summer of george continues

so i figured out the best job ever. People should pay me to bring laughter into their lives. Contrary to popular belief and mostly my younger brother, that doesn't mean i should be a clown...or does it!? For example, the time i put Janelle into a box and made her into a Jack--in-the-box. Or the other time when Janelle and I played prison with the freight elevators, or the spinoff: shumka versus salsa girl. See....F-U-N! or complete dorkness?! hmmmm...

the second best job ever would be: being paid to work out. I now live at my gym. Frankly, when people start wondering why you are there for 3-4 hours everyday instead of the usual mad dash to get a run in half hour before they close, they start to get to know you. I now have gym buddies. These gym buddies include the seniors at 10am - who btw kick my ass at spinning classes; other buddies include the fire dept. boys headed by my friend's dad: who train vigrously on the treadmills, the usual 5 o'clockers, and the late nite krew headed by the banker, the bartender and the weirdo that won't go away. I love the gym! The gym is my favorite! [*cue in my brothers, "make work your favorite!"]