What a Workout Buddy

The Boy and I like going to the gym. We work out on weights together, then separate for cardio.

The only problem is that The Boy is terribly naughty. While I'm trying to concentrate on my set, he's trying to concentrate on bugging me. He'll poke me in the side or tummy right as I'm about to push out another tough chest press. He'll tell a joke while I'm in the middle of a crunch.

He's just Not Responsible At All!!

I finally got exasperated and told him that he was a terrible workout buddy.

He said:

I see how it is.

Outside these walls, I'm your husband.

Inside these walls, I'm just your workout buddy.

And you say I'm the Worst.Workout.Buddy.Ever.