The Big Question
It’s that time of year again, time for another birthday. And then of course I get asked the big question. “What do you want for your birthday?” You could’ve ask me that question six months ago and I could’ve told you something, but the closer it gets to my birthday, the less likely I am to have an answer. Why is that? I don’t know. It’s been that way for as long as I can remember. Call me fickle I guess. So this year I’ve decided the answer will be I want Kettlebells. Not sure what it is, or if I need it, but I like the way it sounds.