Tonight, while I was watching The Biggest Loser and eating ice cream (ah, sweet irony) I came to a realization.
I am going to marry Bob the Trainer.
Seriously.
I mean, just look at him:
Seriously? He’s a hottie. But it’s not just how he looks. He just seems so sweet, and supportive.
Bob, will you be my trainer? Then my husband? Then my baby daddy?
Call me.
Ha ha! I totally agree with your assessment, Brandy. But you gotta find a picture of him smiling. That’s one of the best parts!
I can’t believe you said baby daddy, but I agree. It’s all the tattoos that get me. Haha I am a total weirdo. I get to see you in 5 days!
I changed the picture just for you Becky
you make me laugh. and it’s not always a good laugh.
Thanks Brandy!
I think it’s the fact that he’s all tough outside but such a softie. Kind of like al dente pasta.
i lol’d at this, my friend. i’ve been a BAD friend, and it’s been too long, but from one sister to another who enjoys eating while watching the biggest looser (when i’m in america), hello and i love you and may you and bob live happily ever after! i’ll be in better touch!
you are not right, but you are funnny.