God Does Micromanage and He Doesn’t Want Me to Exercise.
Yes, I actually decided to go for a w-a-l-k day before yesterday. Even after I nearly crippled myself walking from the Sahara ™ to Paris ™ in Las Vegas last weekend in flip-flops that made fart noises every single step of the way.
I put on sneakers, headed out to the back meadow and walked directly into the electric cow fence.
Lesson learned? The natural scream of a smoker is not pretty.