Dienophile

Eric & I have decided to shed our late summer/autumn weight and make a concerted effort at going to the gym on a regular basis. Yes, this happens every year. Yesterday we did our old leg workout and went out at night with legs o' Jell-O. Needless to say, this morning I awoke with maximal soreness and a complete inability to walk normally.

me, limping out the bedroom and finding Eric on the couch: I'm DYING.
Eric: I'm a dienophile. That means I love you.

:) He makes me laugh with his punniness, and I think he's the greatest person to pick giant noses with.

The end.

Happy Sunday!