Happy Groundhog Day!

I know Phil would be seeing his shadow here this morning, but I have no idea what the weather's like in Punxsutawney. We're coming off a night of torrential rain, which was a good thing. We need it. Now, the sky's cleared up and it's nice out...a prelude to the chill to come. We're supposed to be seeing lows in the 30's all next week, which for us, is cold.

Last night I hit the first gym obstacle...what happens when the youngster doesn't want to go? Where's my push? Still, I went anyway. The wife said, "But, you'll miss Earl." I know, some support there, trying to keep me on the couch for My Name is Earl. I still went though, telling her I had 3 TVs in the gym and I could catch it there.

So I get there, and there are two women in the room. That's all, just them, and they have all the TVs set to the Lifetime network. I suppose I could have been assertive, or rude, or whatever, and started changing channels, but I just dealt with it. Missing an episode of Earl isn't that big a deal, and I'm there to exercise. Still I learned something. Apparently Reba MacIntyre has (or had, I don't know) a sitcom. I don't know if it was a network thing that got canned or if she's doing it for Lifetime, but it's out there, and it's trying really had to be something it isn't....funny.

Every time I come out with a corny joke (and yeah, it happens on occasion), The wife looks at the youngster and says, "He's your father." The youngster immediately shoots back, "You married him."

When I came in from the gym last night, in time to catch most of The Office, which was pretty funny, I told them..."You know how you think I'm not all that funny? Well, I got nuthin' on Reba. That woman is definitely not funny."