Maybe a Protein Shake Would Help?

One of my favorite Jon stories happened one morning when I was sitting in the kitchen eating breakfast. He came downstairs, shirtless, ready to continue his summer work out routine that he had started a week earlier.

"You always want to start out the day with a high-protein breakfast," he said, talking more to himself than to me. "And what's more high-protein than a protein shake?"

"Nice," I replied, and went back to eating and reading the newspaper.

"Let me show you what a REAL protein shake looks like." He started pulling random boxes and jars out of the pantry and refrigerator.

"First, protein powder. You know, for the protein. Milk. For the calcium. Peanut butter. For more protein. Ice cream to cool it down with some more calcium. Some eggs. Even more protein. And chocolate syrup." He paused. "Because it's delicious." 

The blender was filled to the top. "And finally, to mix it. Highest setting. Let the protein begin."

When he started the blender, he looked right at me with his cheesy smile and started shaking it and chanting "Protein!" while it blended. He looked like he was a roid-raging bodybuilder. Unfortunately for him, the shaking caused the top of the blender to break and chocolate peanut butter protein shake sprayed all over his face and the rest of the kitchen.

He looked at me. "Oh good. There's still some left in the bottom..."