Day Three - Technical Difficulties

Once again, we managed to get Dad out of bed. "How can you be so happy and chipper in the morning?" he asks me. Beats me. I came this way. I love early mornings. Who else in our family is like this. . . . anyone? Hummmmmm . . . . I can't think of anyone. Apparently, this gene has not been passed on to my children. Too bad. It's a good one.

We head to the family room to find out what's in store for us this morning. Arms and Chest. Oh, yeah, AND that Super Ab Killer Thing. We turn on the TV, pop in the DVD and . . . nothing. Dad tries it again, and more of nothing. He tries another remote (we only have about a dozen - well, perhaps that a SLIGHT exaggeration) and more of nothing. After about 10 minutes of investigation, Dad gets his glasses because he can't really see in back of the TV. He decides to unplug everything and reset the TV. Viola (or however you spell that word, you know what I mean) power to the TV and a pictures. But, we have lost close to 15 minutes of exercise time.

So we head into the DVD, get our weights, which our not near heavy enough for Dad, but we "Get Busy" as Mr. Horton tells us and Day 3 of P90X is HIS-TOR-Y!!! We slammed it (I like Reesy's use of that word, and may be overusing a lot now.) Unfortunately (I feel REALLY, REALLY bad) no time for the Super Bad Ab Killer thing due to our tech problem. Maybe tomorrow!