A Bad Weekend

I went ass-kicking bad last Saturday with Dave. Bad is my preferred term for Badminton to make this sport sound rough and nasty rather than just being a recreational sport. But heck, if you're in your 30s with almost chocolate developed muscles even a simple sport is agonizing. This was aggressive badminton and I've subjected Dave to body torture because he had been involved with two other sports earlier that day. I've never been this worked out since he borrowed his cousin's DDRs (that's Dance Dance Revolution in teen speak) and transformed it into a party favor.

Fast forward to Sunday -- I couldn't get out of my shirt. Halp! Halp! I'm in pain.

Fast forward to Monday -- Now I'm just plain bad. I drove (not beat, mind you) on a red light, luckily no oncoming traffic to greet my side. I don't know why I'm so colorblind today (because it's a Monday???) Sigh, I've been caught. Nothing says guilt like looking forward for your violation ticket in the mail.