TWO.
As in, "just me and SuperCuz".
Yes, you read that correctly.
Four weeks ago, the Boot Camp session began with 19 people. And last night, it ended with two.
Seriously, that's the same number of people that board a boat, jump into the ocean and swim to an island with a name I often can't pronounce OR spell, let alone locate on a map. (Ed. Note: My lack of geographical knowledge is Hubby's only job security. My daily struggle with N/S/E/W is also why he's overly-confident that I'll never abandon him at the gas station on a road trip no matter how much I threaten.) Then, these crazy people divide into teams, eat bugs and stuff, create alliances and compete for the Grand Prize: $1,000,000 and the title of "Sole Survivor".
If you have electricity and a big box with moving pictures located anywhere in your house, you've probably at least seen the commercials for this "reality" TV show (even if you won't admit to watching it).
I mentioned in an earlier post that SuperCuz and I planned to drive to San Diego as our "reward for Outwitting, Outplaying and Outlasting our fellow Boot Campers", but I didn't realize that everyone thought I meant that literally.
On the last night of our 8th week, it was just the two of us. We were face-to-face with the Boot Camp Guru.
No where to run.
No where to hide.
So, after a brutally tough workout, SuperCuz and I are now wholeheartedly ready to embrace our "reward"...
We are headed to San Diego (as soon as I cut loose from my chains of employment) for a few brief moments of rest and relaxation with WallStreet and a few other friends.
The car is loaded with beach chairs, bedding and Seasons One and Two of The Office.
We are already day-dreaming about beautiful weather (anything lacking heat and humidity will do), a wicked game of Jungle Uno and (more than) our share of frosty adult beverages.
And, since there were only two of us out there in the desert last night, SuperCuz and I were pretty much awarded the title of "Sole Survivors".
The only thing that could make this weekend any better is if we both had been handed a check for a million dollars to go with it.
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That's OK, leave me all alone in this big house with just the dogs and cats and 110 degree temps with 80 percent humidity. We'll all be fine. Wait ... all alone? Woohoo! Party at the compound! Do we have any midget porn saved on the TiVo box?
Drive safe, dear, and see you on Sunday.
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