Fess Up Steps
I did something yesterday that I have never, ever done before
& I’m still trying to get over the shock of it all.
I refused a Hamburger Deluxe no Relish.
Yes.
You heard correctly.
I refused a Hamburger Deluxe no Relish.
I declined because it was getting into the evening
& I hadn’t walked my walk yet.
I needed to walk before the sun went down you see, because I am in a competition with fellow step enthusiasts
& I needed my walk.
I needed those steps.
So yep.
I turned down the best burger in all the world and I walked instead.
oh, yes I did.
Which brings me to my fess.
This step competition ?
Yeah.
It’s a little on the competitive side.
Some would call it spirited.
Others might say it’s heated.
Uh Huh.
I say It’s On.
This competition is so on it has turned me into a woman obsessed.
Steps.
Steps.
Steps.
It’s all I can think about.
I want them.
I need them.
I. MUST. HAVE. THEM.
I do believe I am addicted to steps.
I will do anything I can to get them.
Anything.
My ! how energetic you say.
How nice….!…
yeah yeah
That’s all good and good but, truth be told ?
I’m piling on the steps because of those darn fellow steppers of mine.
They are relentless.
Unceasing.
Persistent.
Non stopping.
I’m thinking they just might be a little bit crazy.
They’re crazy
&
I’m obsessed.
Oh Yes.
It is most definitely ON.
Fess.
Fess.
Step.
Step.
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🙂