I can hear them already, "Limping monkey-lady not here today?"
"No. Maybe she get foot caught in mouth for good - Bwa-Ha-Ha-Ha!"
Shut up, Pat-Morita-looking-dude.
I couldn't tell you if all the hobbling amounted to anything because I haven't weighed myself or dieted in conjunction. As a matter of fact, I may have actually gotten heavier - my body tends to do that when I exercise. That's why I stopped in the first place.
Drinking water makes you heavy - drinking alcohol makes you light - that's like - a no brainer. Have a beer, step on the scale; Look, I lost half a pound without doing anything!
Enough about working out and faux nutrition guides - I have torture plans in store for the boys next week. Hopefully, the weather will co-operate and more importantly, I'll remember to take pictures because buffoonery is best when captured in action.
Pictures like this one my husband took after he helped a very pregnant woman by carrying this huge box she was dragging to the corner where her husband was going to pick her up. I don't know which is harder to believe, that a husband would make his pregnant wife drag a heavy box a whole block or that my husband actually helped a stranger out.
I better get ready for rain.
|Buffoonery in front of a tattoo shop|