A little bit more than I could chew

Actually if you think about that phrase "more than one could chew" then someone has to be spitting something out. Or choking which when doesn't end tragically ends in some type of expelling of that which one was intending to chew onto the floor or someone at the next table over's white silk tie. One of the two.

I could actually chew it. Of course I'm speaking completely metaphorically and cryptically as I haven't even alluded to what I'm talking about. I took a bike ride. There it is out on the table for your figurative enjoyment. Well OK maybe you do in fact literally enjoy that I said that, but there is much doubt in my mind at this point.

I rode up a big hill. Again big deal. It was for me. Apparently I almost couldn't chew it. It took a long time to climb it, but I did and I never walked. I really wanted to walk, but no. I stayed on the bike the whole time. Did I stop? Fuck yes, mutherfucker I fucking stopped. (Sorry I was falling behind on the f's per line, gotta keep up the vulgarity.) Did I rest? See above f's.

Today I took the dogs to the park and really put a bunch of miles on them. Timber tried to swim I think, but I yelled at him to get out of the water and he did. That shit is cold, yo and I don't want to have to jump in after his k-9 ass.

OK that's it. That and I watched a shit load of TV on Friday as I wasn't feeling good. Then on Saturday I cleaned. House is kinda sorta maybe a little clean now. Including the bathrooms... woohoo.

Boring? yes. More than you could chew? Nope... Unless you just expelled in which case... Well I'm not sorry, but I did warn you.