So we moved a couple months ago. Since then my treadmill has been in pieces on the basement floor surrounded by boxes. This weekend my husband cleared some room and put it together for me. Now its staring at me and I can't make it stop.
Its all, " why aren't you running on me?"
And I'm all, " cause I'm lazy and out of shape!"
Then the treadmill gives me a dirty look and says, " well that's not going to change until you pay me a little attention 3-5 times a week."
And I'm like, " be quiet you expensive reminder of my unfinished goal of running a marathon or I'll turn you into a laundry rack like last time!"
Yeah...that shut it up...I can't stand being taunted.
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