Many folks run. Some hide. Others turn around and go home. Me, I tend to curse a little. Stomp around a little. I spin a few circles, flip it off, think about going home, and then either I or my wife talks me out of quitting.
Then, after all that (and it is sort of the way a dog goes to sleep -- three laps, makes no sense, but that's their method), I buckle down and lick it.
I lick it like a popsicle.
Obstacle popsicle. Get it?
- Eric
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4 comments:
You lick it - LOL! That is a great metaphor, Eric.
Good to hear from you again.
Go dude!
Love it. ;-)
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