this morning #2272.

this morning, the weight bench in the backyard sat idle still. purchased with so much hope. if i’d known that, other than that first month or two after it arrived, it’d just end up sitting idle out there, i never would’ve dropped seven bills on it. at the time, he swore six ways to sunday that he was going to get in shape so when christmas came, i dipped into the secret savings from my tips to buy it for him. i should’ve listened to my gut. his motivation waxes & wanes. it’s been in the waning phase for a while now as his body dissolves into middle age. i’m sick of seeing it every day. going to suggest that he sell it. tell him that, as far as that weight bench is concerned, he needs to either shit or get off the pot. put it to use or find someone who will. cross my fingers & see how that goes.