I basically just stand in a room and talk all day

I'm becoming increasingly convinced that a man needs a certain amount of physical labor in his routine. I'm excited by the prospect of compensating for my pansy day job by digging sprinkler trenches, mowing the lawn, pruning trees, and generally finding reasons to spend a few hours in my backyard. It's a good thing we're buying a house because I was almost to the point where I was going to start doing something really stupid, like lift weights at the gym or something; that's when you know you've hit rock bottom. Plus, Jenny says she'd no longer be attracted to me if get buff arms; at least I'm pretty sure that's what she meant when she said, "You know, I wouldn't mind if you built up your arms a little bit."