Another Random Loganism

So, Logan and I are sitting downstairs at the computer the other day, all the sudden he screams, "AAAAAhhhhh."
"What?" I say.
to which he extends out his legs that he's been sitting on and props them on the desk.
"What's the matter?" I ask again
"My feet are alseep." he says, then proceeds to yell, "Feet! Feet! Hey Feet! Wake up, it's not time to sleep!!! It's not night time yet!!! Feet!!! Feet!!! Wake up!!! It's not time for a nap!!"

I about fell out of my chair I was laughing so hard. He was serious, yelling at his feet to wake them up!

Anyhow, so on to some progress for me. Forrest got me a Wii game called My Fitness Coach for my birthday. I think...notice the word think there...that I've committed to working out with this psycho thing everyday now.
Holy crap!! Today was the first day, I just did upper body. I was sweating like a pig!! of course the push ups didn't help either. All I know is I'm tired of being the fattest person in my extended family. It's really quite sad. I'm the one of these things that's not like the other!