| My husband got a pedometer from work.
He joined a voluntary health program at work.  They were issued with pedometers and they had to walk at least 10,000 steps a day.  They log the number of steps they make each day.  After logging in, I don't know what they do with it.
Anyway, my husband has had the pedometer for a week.  During that week, he hasn't logged anything more than 8,000 steps.  So yesterday, my lazy a$$ was dragged into the mall so we can walk the 10,000 steps.  Walking in the mall can make a woman's heart palpitate.  Imagine all the possibilities.  All the shoes, all the bags, all the clothes.
So what did I get out of walking 10,000 steps? 
Not shoes.  Not bags.  Not clothes.
I got my own pedometer. DA GANDA blogged @ 7/02/2006 03:50:00 PM
	
	
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