I believe I shall become “ripped” today. I’m not entirely sure of the process, but I intend on trading in my “keg” of abdominal protrusion, for a more manageable (and visually appealing) “six-pack”.

It is almost summer, after all. Pretty soon, I’ll be dusting off my muscle shirts and bicycle shorts – which frankly do nothing when draped over what appears to be a male beer belly bordering on the eighth month of apparent pregnancy.

Which also reminds me – it may be time for my annual search of the Yellow Pages, for those handy back hair removal organizations. Spring always seems to instigate a renewal of my Robin Williams back-carpeting syndrome. Shag, that is…

Chow for now!!