Weekend in the Gym

My husband’s weekend is not complete without a trek to the gym. If there’s anyone out there slaving themselves at a gym for three hours minimum on a weekend, he’s one of them.

Whenever he goes I always remind him to make sure all of his personal paraphernalia are safely stashed in one of the gym lockers. He goes to the gym right here in our coop where we live, but somehow he still wants to bring his wallet almost all the time, more so when he plans to stop by a store before he heads back home. He’s always told me that keeping his belongings in the lockers at the gym is safe as they are made of steel and there’s a padlock on each of them. It’s probably just me being paranoid, because one time he came home from the gym leaving his cell phone right by one of the locker benches. It’s good that when he went back the cell phone was right there exactly on the same spot where he left it.

Oh well, this is just one typical weekend scenario that we go through over and over again. Can you blame the ‘big nag’ in me?

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