Cookie Friday at the bank would be vastly improved by adding a variety of cookie other than chocolate chip.
Iced tea is my new best friend.
Ten-year old boys should think before asking their mothers if they are really going to “wear those tight yoga pants to Pilates” while clucking their tongues disapprovingly because; yes, I am. Also, your allowance? Yeah, gone.
Wind blows. No, really, wind blows; I tire of chasing our trashcan down the street.
Just when I think I am familiar with every form of torture offered by Pilates, the
Tomorrow, I am going to sit through eight hours of Pee Wee wrestling. Without a Diet Pepsi.
That last sentence made me laugh in a manner that could be described as slightly hysterical.
This does not bode well.