Guys, I had another post all written and scheduled for today. I’ve actually been working on that one for a while, as it kicks off a (very short) series introducing you to some new Mayberry characters (get pumped), and I wanted to get a few things in place before I published it. So, it was all ready to go after a few tweaks last night, and I thought that would be my post for the day.
That is, until I walked into my first workout in over a week. It was 4:55 am, and I was obviously only half-awake. But do you wanna know what pulled me out of my slumber faster than the promise of some champagne and a college football game?
A dogbed.
You guessed it. Monty.
Yeah. Remember how I swore off taking Monty’s mom’s classes? Well, her name wasn’t on the class when I signed up for it! Something must have happened to my dear 5am Gwendolyn, because good ol’ Melissa was staring me in the face instead. All six foot, butterfly clip-wearing, plastic-surgery-looking, Arbonne salesman of her.
I did learn something new, though. At one point, she actually said, “Let the cocker spaniel be your inspiration, Bev!” So, Monty isn’t a King Charles. Like anyone actually thought I knew that…
And you know what else I learned?
Monty’s mom is still an asshole, and an even bigger one than I originally thought.
-Bev
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