Last night Tony and I worked with Darlene and before we adios-ed our dear friend after cleaning up the kitchen, we all checked our pedometers and told each other how many steps we had walked.
And please note that "Darn Darlene," is the new nickname that I've given to her, because she keeps out-walking me.
Darn Darlene was close to 11,000 steps, as she locked up the kitchen, and I was trailing her by nearly 2,000 steps. Tony had walked over 8,124 steps and I was thrilled that I had at least beat him in our daily steps.
When Tony and I got home let's just say that I was semi- depressed about Darn Darlene out walking me and it didn't seem to bother Tony at all.
After I had hugged all of our dogs, I poured myself a glass of my cheap, fine, boxed wine and then I went into the bathroom to put on my pajamas, because I wanted to relax and watch a couple of episodes of Heartland, before going to bed.
While I was in the bathroom, Tony knocked on the door, and said, "I just got a message from Darlene. She wants me to tell you that she has walked 12,644 steps today."
Well that good news hit me like a lead balloon and it nearly pushed me over the edge knowing that Darn Darlene had out-walked me again. So I decided that I had to do something about it. Then I put my socks back on and slipped on my pink Crocs.
After coming out of the bathroom, actually it is the shower-room, because we don't have a tub, I bravely went into Tony's man cave and asked him to show me Darn Darlene's message.