I'm sitting here, eating cake, watching the evening Olympics and my booberry buzzes with an email - subject line - farts and fruit. I am totally intrigued and must read, it's from Judi so I KNOW this is going to be good. Here is the content...
i thought of you tonight as i rode the trainer for 2 hours on an apple and water. farts galore.
I must say, there is nothing that makes me happier than to be the bright spot in your life. When you fart, you think of me. Actually, it couldn't be any more appropriate. Hell, my mother was the queen of the latent blame the other guy fart and the SBD fart that could clear a room. She was much like me. I can't help it, farts are funny.
EVERYONE gets credit for showing up to the gym and working out. Hands down - including the people in the pool that look like they're going to drown. They're trying. Wednesday, the frog lady was at the pool. I don't know that I have ever seen anything quite like it. She had every apparatus on except for water wings. Goggles, cap, snorkel, neoprene hand mit/glove thingies, and fins. No, she didn't look like Lady Gaga in the Kermit costume but I was pretty sure she could sit on a lily pad and hang out for a while. I wanted to laugh but I was just glad she was there froggin around.
Hill repeats on tap this morning. I hear it will take me about seven minutes and I have the pleasure of doing it three times. Yeah, can't wait.