Wow. So my wife's new obsession is estate sales (see her latest blog about it) thanks to our neighbors. And yesterday she brought home a tarnished water pitcher.
"Oh that's easy to polish...I was a Marine and we'd have to polish the red off a fire extinguisher in boot camp!" I said.
"Go for it..." my wife says.
So I broke out the old can of Nevr Dull and had at it. I polished that pitcher till I could see myself in it...just like a mirror!
**Insert me patting myself on the back**
But when I saw my reflection, I could see my beer gut and the evidence of pre-teen mammary glads. In case you're not in the know...PTMGs progress into full blown Man Boobs. It's a fact, check it out on WebMD.
Time to do something about it. So I went for a run today. And Good Lord! I am out of shape. Consider this pre-phase to my quest to forever change the mirrored image in the newly polished pitcher.
The time has come. Damn you PTMGs!
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