My ship has come in.

This spring the company I work for (SWP) started a program to help those of us who understand a six pack to be something you buy in a store, and not something you have to sweat to achieve, to maybe start us on the road to that other six pack. So every day in May, June and half of July, we printed off a calendar and kept track of the days where we did at least 30 minutes of physical activity. For each month they had a draw for some kind of prize and this month they had a draw for 4 grand prizes of which I was a recipient. I get to pick anything I want, from anywhere I choose, as long as the prize is not over $425.00, and it must have something to do with physical activity. Pretty sweet, aye. Its not the lottery I had dreamed of, but I am still happy. Right now for a prize I am leaning towards a new road bike. My old ten speed is almost as old as me.
And to let you know that this family is just bursting at the seams with class, dignity and just plain pinky in the air as we have our high tea snottiness, Ben today pooped on my deck. I tell you there is nothing like being a grandpa, and being able to laugh at that, and then tell other people about it. It is frightfully hot here, in the low 30's, and I bought a little paddling pool for my grandsons, so today Ben was going to go in it. Becky pulled all his clothes off, yes the diaper too, went inside to get one of those swimmer diapers, when all of a sudden Angie burst out laughing outside. We all went to see and here there was a turd laying on the deck, and Ben standing there with a sheepish kinda look on his face. I almost laugh again as I think of it. What a family, is it any wonder I love it so.