Sean and I made a quick trip to the gym tonight while Nana and Ciocci Jean watched the girls. After surveying the equipment we decided that if we had wanted to run we would have stayed outside. We hit the weights. Unfortunately my favorite gym rat, casanova, before-and-after waiting to happen, walking hair gel disaster wasn’t there. Probably off somewhere wearing a tank top tucked into his jeans, the arm holes large enough to see the unnaturally hairless chest within, and his hair only barely concealing his wicked face as he licks his lips while staring at members of both sexes. Luckily for Sean I was there. Standing in front of the mirrored wall by the free weights- Me: “Is this a skinny mirror?”…