It counts right?

I really intended on working out last night and not to let you all down, but I didn't.  After work I met Ashley at the store to do grocery shopping, while shopping we realized our freezer isn't big enough.  My father was nice enough to offer us a chest freezer when we moved into the new house, but we never took it.  I called him and he said I could come over and load it up in his truck.  While we were getting the freezer he mentioned that I should take all of my weight lifting equipment.  We loaded up my weight bench, dumbbells, bars, accessories, and all of my weights. I have 1000+ pounds of weights and I carried them upstairs and loaded them in the truck.  Once I had everything loaded we drove out to my house where I unloaded everything and carried it down the stairs.

So I guess in all reality I really did workout yesterday after all!

Bye George!

Yesterday we had to return George to his previous owner.  There are a few reasons for this, the main one being that his previous owner wanted him back.  He also was very depressed and anxious at our house, and damaged quite a bit of our new home due in part to this.  He wouldn't eat and didn't like to go out to go to the bathroom.  Gizmo (our cat) was also very uncomfortable with him in the house, and being that Gizmo is our first pet we wouldn't want him to feel uncomfortable.  George is now back home and happy, and Gizmo is back to his old self.