Hey, Whatever Works

I arrived back home from doing road tests today and was sitting down at the round table by the TV to have some lunch when Missy buzzed through the front door. As she was flopping down on the sofa, and just before her touce hit the fabric she blurted out; "Carrie and James have pedometers!" Not concentrating I heard it as "Carrie and James have pajamameters!". I wondered if a pajamameter was something the doctor had advised to help with getting pregnant or if it was a wierd something else that I didn't want my brain to go to.

Missy corrected me and explained about the 10,000 step program, (or 6,000 if you work in a factory). It sounds like a great idea, so later when I went out to mow the lawn I had to keep part of it unmowed because I got to 9,700, and still had to have enough to get inside, fix dinner without mom here, sit down to watch the Tigers, go to the bathroom and get to bed. I may have to leave something out so I better get to the bathroom first.