Facing the School Reunion
The school reunion my wife has been talking about for six months is coming up soon. I think I have about six weeks left to get in shape. Most of me doesn’t look too bad, at least until your eyes wander downwards to my belly. Yesterday my wife gave me a strict directive. “You need to lose your beer gut fast,” she ordered. “I don’t want the others to think I married a slug!” Ouch! That hurt!” Who would have thought my Saturdays with the guys could have produced this paunch. I guess I’m going to have to make some serious changes. I really don’t want my wife to be embarrassed at the reunion.
