Michael Phelps - My Fake Diary
Wednesday, 22 October 2008
Well another repetitive day of training, cleaning, training and cleaning. This morning was all housework again, picking up pizza boxes, wine bottles, towels on the floor, washcloths and underwear, making the bed but realizing that I needed to change the sheets because they stunk. What a pain. If only they would skip the perfume, instead they stink up the place something fierce.
Sometimes I'm able to save the sheets if they put the towel in the right spot, but most of them seem to be auditioning for a "Girls Gone Wild" video and the entire place is a mess after. I did the best I could to get ready for the afternoon, but I needed to rush out to the pool for my morning 3 hour work out.
It was tough getting out my front door and past the group waiting to get into the building. The "Now Serving" ticket dispenser seems to be working out well, at least now the girls are behaving in a civil manner, waiting their turn. I casually mentioned to the group that if they were wearing strong perfume to come back tomorrow. That cleared out about 50% of them.
After the workout, it was back home for stretching and cross training. Those gymnists are pretty flexible. This one, I forget her name, actually cleaned up after herself pretty well. Not a drop left anywhere on the bed, and she even did the dishes in the sink before she left. I have to make sure I get her number.
Well mom, that's it for another boring day. I'm off to the pool again for the afternoon swim. I think the next in line is a redhead. I'll have to make sure its natural, then let you know.
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