Newsflash: I am not a mature person

Yes, it's true. I am silly. Foolish. A bit addled at times. After my way fun cleaning at the dentist (no bleeding gums or pain, just sitting in the chair for an hour and that nasty flouride...blech), I went to my good friend Lara's new condo to help her put together Ikea furniture. A task I dreaded more than the visit to the guy with the drill. But, you know what? 

I had fun. 

Yes.

Fun. 

6000 screws combined with incomprehensible diagrams and 28 steps....was fun. Why? Because we were goofy and immature the entire time. I couldn't even type "6000 screws" without giggling inanely. Lots of sillyness...here's a taste: 

Insert this thing here? 

Put it in this hole.

What hole?

I can't see the hole!

Try and feel the hole.

It's really tight...do you think it fits?

I can't bang this any harder, it hurts! 

I think it's better if we do it on the side.

Annnd many more. The sexual innuendos were interspersed with us giggling uncontrollably and me swearing like a trucker. "Get in there you fucking bitch," was a popular number. "Godamn fucking shit," was a close second, I'd have to say. I know, very creative. These expletives and the hilarity kept me from throwing particle board through Lara's window when we had to take something apart because the stupid drawings didn't show which stupid piece had to be at the front. THEN the drawers wouldn't come open once they were closed! FUCKERS! We triple checked we did it all right, and we had. She's gonna call Ikea and give 'em a piece of her mind tomorrow. 

So that was my day! She bought me a nice dinner for my troubles, baked spaghetti, my fave. It wasn't a healthy meal, but I only ate 1/2, so that's good! I didn't work out though. :( Yesterday I did the step again, so there is that. Guess I won't self-flagellate over it. 

Stats for the day:

Exercise: mostly my mouth, but some sweating over Ikea furniture assemblage

Weight: 195