TeamReedBlog.2020

 The other day, Jeff and I were trying to get our steps - a terrible/great habit that sprang initially from our insurance provider who, if we both "got our steps" for a certain number of days of the year, would give us cash or prizes or something. Our insurance provider has since changed the program and we're no longer rewarded financially for our steps. So, even though he's often trudging along beside me, Jeff is less happy to get his steps as it's only a physical reward. He would rather ( I think) we jogged or ran because he thinks that's a better physical payoff if we have to be out I, however, believe the only time you really need to run is when something dangerous is chasing you. Plus, it hurts my knees.  So anyway, we had trotted out at the end of the day because I needed some steps. It was snowing, so it was kind of cold, but there was no wind. Darkness was falling as softly as the snow, so it was kind of romantic, if you want to know the truth. I didn&

 It all started when Auntie Mary's Christmas package arrived. Ali was trying on her new sweater-like slippers, Jeff was talking about how pretty Amaryllis bulbs would be when they bloomed, and I was examining the chocolate treat that came along with the other items. "Looks like some kind of bark," Jeff remarked. I bit in. "Hmm. It tastes kind of whang-y," I remarked. Jeff and Ali looked at each other and one of them said, "What did you say?"  "It has a kind of whang to it," I repeated.  At that point, my two housemates set off into a fit of snorts and giggles such that they lost their breath and fell over each other laughing at me. As is his wont, the Captain crossed the line a few times as the pair of them reminded me that "wang" is a euphemism for "penis" and Alison was 100 percent sure that Auntie Mary's cookie ingredients would never involve that particular ingredient. My efforts to define the word as an odd or une