This morning Rachel took me to S.E.T. It stands for something like Strength Endurance Training and it just about killed me. There were four other guys in the class and about 20 moms, older-than-moms and younger-than-moms. I was better than one of the guys (one of the three that was better than me wore spandex head to toe) and worse than ever single lady in the class. Adam has told me that when he goes to these classes the women put him and his friends to shame and now I believe him. There was one girl next to me that didn’t even break a sweat while my shirt was completely drenched in my own sweat (Rachel says she probably teaches classes there, but still, she is a girl, it doesn’t help my pride too well).

Since I survived the ordeal, Rachel let me get a new toothbrush at Target. My old Sonicare bit the dust and broke, or it might have fallen into the sink, we are not sure. Regardless, this new one is AWESOME.