This will be an easy Booty Camp Session. She’s an easy instructor.
Scratch that…she’s not that easy of an instructor.
I’m late, I’m late, I’m late. Crap! I can’t sneak in the side door this morning. I didn’t even get a non-fat Chai this morning. I have nothing to show for being late.
No emails! You’ve got to be kidding me. What am I suppose to do for the next thirty minutes.
Honey Nut Cheerios, 1% Milk, English Muffin, and a Banana. Aren’t I being a good girl this morning?
Is that the Beastie Boys I hear coming from my radio? Well what do you know, it is.
Wow look at my arms. I see some muscle coming in. Hmmm so Booty Camp is paying off.
I could rip someone’s head off right now. I need to go run.
What in the world is my hair doing today? I have curly-wavy thing on the left side and Farrah Fawcett thing on the right.
Wait for it, wait for it. Now she gets the joke.
I don’t know how I feel about getting old. Everyone looks so sad, but dang it these green beans here (eating lunch at Luby’s) are GREAT!
Sweet Jesus someone brought us homemade cookies! Mmmmm