
Ice Cream, breakfast of champions!
We needed all the energy we could muster because it’s that dreaded Wednesday, which means we must go to the workout and be torn to shreds by the evil trainer. I shudder at the thought of having to hear 90 minutes of screams, bleats, gasps, shouts, shrieks, shrills, and other terrifying noises made by those already under the lash!
I have a love-hate relationship with the gym. Mostly hate. The trainer started yelling at me early today. Exercise? I thought you said extra fries. I told him, “I’m not out of shape, I’m just in energy-saving mode.”
After peddling the stationary bike for 5.05 miles, I was ready to proceed to the real exercise. Suddenly, I was on the floor staring at the electric fans, hoping they would not dislodge from their mounts and land on me. My trainer decided to teach me the twist from the 1960s, and, with untold violence, his massive hands moved over my defenseless little body to the left and then to the right while he sang, “Come on everybody, let’s do the Twist………and it goes like this!”
My body is a temple. An ancient, slightly crumbling temple that was enduring a terrible 9.0 Earthquake! I do have a fitness goal: to survive the floor exercises. Finally, at 9:00 am, I was released under my own recognizance.
The statue at the check-in/check-out desk was modeled after me AFTER today’s activities.

Oh my! This selfie really proves that the gymn cracks me up!
After the exercise class ended, I got to a standing position and had my oxygen fix, then we went to Ralph’s Market, which is next door. We needed a few post-exercise essentials like Acetaminophen (Tylenol), Ibuprofen (Advil, Motrin), Naproxen (Aleve), Aspirin, Tramadol, Hydrocodone, Oxycodone, and Morphine. OK, I am exaggerating a tiny bit!
We needed coffee, milk, and a watermelon! We escaped the market with ONE bag, a new best effort for us!.
From there, we went to Home Depot. While Mary rested in the car, I picked up six tubs on sale, some plumbing parts, and a few flowers for the front flower bed. These tubs are made of resin and will not rot. I have some that are almost 15 years old and still in fine shape!

Two for $19.95, such a deal!!
Back home again, I went VFR to the flower bed and removed the last of the spider plants, I hope! The flower bed is beginning to look pretty good, and now I am going to ask my gardener to install a fiberglass border around the edges to keep dirt from the flower bed from getting onto the patio.

The soil is now 1/2 clay and 1/2 compost, making the ground soft and easy to dig in and grow new flowers.
At 1:30 pm, Mary comes out the front door, looking as fresh as a daisy, and informs me that our monthly massage is scheduled for 2:00 pm. I get more warning if we are under nuclear attack by the Russians. I ran into the shower, washed off all the dirt, and awaited his arrival. He worked on my lower back for an hour, and I was feeling pretty good.

Sometimes he gets carried away!
Massage therapists really know how to rub people the right way. When I was done, Mary took to the table, and then our cleaning people came in, wondering what was going on! I had to make several sarcastic remarks; it’s what I do!
After the therapist departed, I offered to take Mary out to dinner at Roberto’s so Domi and her crew could finish cleaning the house.
While Mary was getting ready, a family came by and visited me. They were admiring all of our gardening activity and the decorations we keep rotating on the house. I mentioned our little garden, and they were curious, so I took them into the backyard, where their eyes bugged out upon seeing the veggie garden. I guess it is impressive. Mary joined us on the tour!

We are about a month from our first tomato, and the corn is already beginning to tassel!
We drove to Roberto’s, which is two blocks west of the 55 freeway on Katella. It’s where I get my 43-ounce margarita. When it was delivered, by two servers, Mary had to make sure it was NOT poisoned and sipped a tiny bit! I got the “it’s OK” sign!

Mary indicates that it was safe for me to drink!!
We decided to get out of our box and ordered fajitas to share, and I ordered a side of chili verde.
Fajitas Trivia Facts
• The word “ajita” comes from the Spanish word faja, meaning “strip” or “belt,” referring to the cut of meat.
• Original fajitas were made with skirt steak.
• Fajitas are strongly associated with Tex-Mex cuisine, not traditional interior Mexican cuisine.
• The dish became popular in the 1930s among Mexican ranch workers in Texas.
• Ranch workers were often paid partly with less desirable cuts of meat, like skirt steak, which they grilled and sliced.
• The sizzling platter became a restaurant signature much later, helping make fajitas famous.
• Chicken and shrimp fajitas came after the original beef version.
I needed a little more than half of the fajitas, so I also ordered the Chili Verde. Chili verde is a dish made with meat simmered in a green chile sauce. “Chile” refers to peppers, and “Verd” means green in Spanish.
It’s commonly made with: Pork, Tomatillos, Green chiles like Anaheim, poblano, or jalapeño, and Onion, garlic, and cilantro. The sauce gets its green color from the green chiles and tomatillos.
BTW, I checked in this morning, and I was 188 pounds of ripped muscle! This meal will certainly do damage to that number.

We finished off the entire plate! The cast-iron pan was making the fajitas steam!
Mary got her camera out to capture the event. She may have been texting Dianne, as I am about to demonstrate the art of tortilla biting.

I think she texted Dianne.
For years, I taught my kids and grandkids how to bite into flour tortillas artistically. For years, I taught my kids and grandkids how to eat flour tortillas properly. The placement of the teeth and the pressure applied while folding the tortilla into quarters create interesting designs and conversation pieces. They also make doilies, should you need them.

One of my creations still resides in the Louver in Paris!
No, Mary did NOT drink the whole thing, but she did have the last sip again to make sure it was OK for me.
Note: Most of that liquid is juice; it is probably the equivalent of two margaritas, not four, as it appears. I was sotially tober when I departed. I checked, and I was NOT blind, bombed, boozed, boozy, crocked, high, lit (up), loaded, looped, pickled, pixilated, plastered, potted, sloshed, smashed, soused, stinking, stinko, stoned, tight, zonked. Hic! Hic!

What can I say??
When we got home, I walked through the garden, making mental notes about what to do tomorrow. The flowers are coming on strong.

When I returned, Mary was in her jammies and the TV was on. I changed into my jammies and joined her. I had my favorite drink in hand, Perrier Water in a wine glass.
We tried to watch TV, but by 8:35 pm, we were both asleep on the recliners! We headed for bed to get a good night’s sleep!
