I know I've posted about this before, but it's come up again.

My "normal" , for the past 4 years or so, I've probably been the laziest person anyone knew. While I "worked" it was far from physically strenous most of the time. I could easily get by on 2000cal a day and not gain an ounce (thank you metabolism!) but I digress as that really has little to do with why I'm posting.

I justified me escaping on the motorcycle here in a few minutes, but...

So I moved into my 'new' house a bit over a week ago. I met the neighbors directly behind me this weekend. They are closer to my parents age than mine, but she being a systems programmer hit a chord with me (fellow geek) and he a truck drive for home depot (if that doesn't hit a chord with your heart as a man, you've revoked your man card.) But alas they were busy trimming up a tree, and I busy with unpacking/repairs/blah/blah/blah. Fast forward to this evening. The past few days have been filled...