last night, I was once again complaining that I've gained too much weight since being married, and that I don't have the time (or motivation) to go to the gym.

John then politely reminds me that when him and I first met, I was working three jobs, going to school full time, and still made it to the gym every day.

Now I work one job, taking nine credit hours, and can't seem to find the time to go to the gym.

Well, thank you babe.

Guess I don't really have an excuse huh?

PS.

I must say happy first birthday to my little man-cub, Rufus.