George and I headed to Coney Island to get our taxes done. I would normally just get them done around here or do them myself online. But for the past three years George and I have used this accountant that always gets us money and makes us laugh.
I was feeling raw from last night’s party and needed grease badly. I convinced George to drive up to Roosevelt Field Mall for Johnny Rockets and shop therapy. I picked up “The Perfect Pushup.” I usually avoid any product that has an infomercial but for some reason this product looked like it worked. Four hours later my chest, arms, ab’s and back were burning.
I think I lost my black Blinde shades on Friday. I need to check my desk at work. Please let them be there or else I’m out $275.