I've been a bit under the weather for about two weeks which resulted in the food supplies here upon The Revenge running down to a box of saltines and a jar of Ragu. There's always plenty of rum but that’s still not enough to sustain the entire crew, especially since we keep adding these hotties and they keep barking for more protein. Anyhoo, this meant a trip to the pirate grocery store – or in other words – the Tortuga Wal-Mart.
Two important things happened while on this little excursion. First, I bought a couple pairs of jeans in a size LARGER than I've had to buy in about five years. Yes, very depressing. BUT, as if this wasn't bad enough, upon turning the corner out of the jeans section I come face to face with the most dreaded rack in the history of racks. Yes, even worse than THE racks back in the day. What I saw was…..bathing suits.
Oh yes, my friend, it's almost that time again. It may not seem like it what with temps in many places barely topping the zero mark and everyone either buried under snow or busting their asses on sheets of ice. I'm sure you can imagine my horror at having these two horrible events happen back to back. I started to panic, my breath grew thready (what the hell does that mean?) and I broke out in a cold sweat. What ever will I do?!?!
And then the answered came to me as if in a dream. (And if I'm lucky, he will come back to me in my dreams for days to come.) We need a trainer on this ship. Someone who will not only work our asses into shape but motivate and inspire us to push ourselves. To give it everything we have and then give it even more. To make us want to work out and sweat and use muscles many of us haven't used in years. I give you, Pirate Trainer Jake.
Now that I have your full attention, don't forget to be here Tuesday when Leslie Langtry hops aboard The Romance Writer's Revenge to talk about her latest book Guns Will Keep Us Together. This is the second book in her series centered around the Bombay Family. Let's just say this family believes the family who kills together stays together. Or they kill each other but we won't bring that up. Come along for one hilarious ride and find out everything you ever wanted to know about creating a family of assassins and writing some *killer* books about them.
Sorry, couldn't resist. Happy Sunday and try not to drool too much into your keyboard. I'll be booking private sessions with Jake all day so don't everyone rush the deck at one time, ok?
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Hope you're feeling better. I know I am.
Well hello hottie... and what exactly will he be training you in? I mean there are soooooo many forms of exercise I'd try out on this man...
Hope you are feeling better Ter. There are flus and colds going around everywhere.
Good morning, ladies. Thanks for stopping and thanks for the get wells. I'm happy to report I slept the entire night without coughing my full head off for the first time in more than a week! Whoohoo!!!
And then I woke to get that lovely hottie email from Maggie. Oh yeah, I'm feeling better. Think I could join that Fire Academy?
Tiff - I'll do whatever he asks. Whatever...
Yay an entire night of sleep and glad you're feeling a bit better! Did you cut back on the medicine? I swear, sometimes meds make things worse....
I wonder if Jake does private sessions....
So excited about Leslie!!
Marnee - You are so right! I stopped all the crazy medicine taking and started to get better. All this crap I was taking to get a good nights sleep just made it worse.
And I do say I'll be scheduling private sessions with old Jakey here. LOL! I'll put you down for two.
Yay for Leslie!
You're so mean to point out the pants too tight and the bathing suit season around the corner. MEAN, I tell you.
That being said, I need to sign up for some one one one time with Jake. (Whoever thought I'd ever get tired of a man over me saying "Again" and "Again"?)
I didn't say anyone else's pants were too tight. Just mine!
That AGAIN! thing sounds pretty good though. Only with Jake I'm pretty sure I'm the one that would be screaming that. *g*
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