I always liked that line from an old movie that I can't recall the title. It was John Ritter (Threes Company) who said it as he was dating a female body builder. Of course, John Ritter's dead and I'm sure Arnold is probably divorced, so it's a little out of context, but I can relate when I'm to tired to lift my arms. Anyway, today was a great day. We went to church, found out Katherine (wife) is a shoe in for heaven because she married me and brought me out of my wicked ways, mostly just being from the west coast. The juries still out for me. Hopefully she can put in a good word. Got home and went for a two miler. Played with the boys. Spent the whole afternoon outside because it was so awesome out today. Went zip-lining over at the neighbors house, which we built a couple months ago. Nobody died. Big plus there. And had an some roasted turkey that Katherine made. Let me tell you something, that girl can cook. I have never gone to bed with a bad meal yet from her. I keep trying to teach the boys not to ask, Whats for dinner? Because it doesn't matter. It's going to be hot, meaty and dang good. I feel the best way to compliment the cook, besides actually complimenting her, is to shut up, sit down, and dig in like there's no tomorrow coming. I always had this saying I tell the boys, "Eat now, you never know when it's your last good meal." Not to sound morbid, but to understand that tomorrow is promised to no one. We never know where when or what will happen tomorrow, so make your apologies today, tell your love ones that you love them, make peace with your enemy, let your principles stand out, moon your government representative, and eat like your wearing over sized sweat pants. Then run it off the next day. Peace my peoples.