The New and Improved Mr. M, or Some Other Man in my House

He looks like Mr. M., he walks like Mr. M., but this guy is exercising daily and making fruit smoothies. Yes, you read that right: fruit smoothies. Did I fall into a black hole, a cosmic vortex without knowing it? I'm living with the bizarro-Mr. M. It's Mr. M, completely modified. Even Rufus is dumbfounded by the change and has no words to describe it. I have intensely interrogated this man, and he claims to desire simply to be healthy. Well, GOOD FOR HIM!!! My motivation for exercising and watching my diet varies slightly . . . I want to beat Wendy when we arm-wrestle. See, that's my thing, arm-wrestling. There are few friends I haven't challenged to a match. I arm-wrestle in the library, I arm-wrestle at church, I arm-wrestle outside or inside. Where ever my arms go, I wrestle. Wendy beat me, and I have videographic proof for motivation. Give me 90 days, Wendy, and I'll see you at the arm-wrestlin' table.