The Gun Show

So, my hot hunk of lovin', even J himself, has been working out and banishing "The Guest" (as his belly has been affectionately nicknamed), who has overstayed his welcome for about 7 years. Turns out The Guest has kept The 6-pack locked up in a magic trunk, but now that he is finding himself powerless to P90X, Mr. Tony Horton, and J, is taking leave of this place hopefully to never return.

It's pretty fun to watch J work out. (Even the kids like to watch him and giggle, so it's not just because it's eye candy for me.) By the end of the workout, the shirt has come off of J, so of course, the boys must be just like daddy.

Whenever O and H exercise now they have to take their shirts off. It's the Gun Show at my house every day!

(I have a picture of J, O, and H flexing with their shirts off, but I think the blog would be permanently shut down by J if I posted it.)