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Weetabix: Hey, hot stuff. Anne: Hey, Sexy McSexerson! It is too early to be alive. But never too early to give thanks for my body and the stuff it can do. Weetabix: Your body is a wonderland, as I saw this weekend in the pool. And on 40 eleventy billion pictures of you I found on my camera. Anne: There weren't 40 eleventy billion! Weetabix: Okay, 39 eleventy billion Anne: Maybe just, like, 40 billion. Weetabix: And they are all super smoking sexy too. I hope you don't mind if I'm using one as a screensaver. Anne: And a couple in the pay section of your website, I hope. Weetabix: Well, only the upskirts. Anne: One of my commenters nailed it--it's fascinating to see pictures of yourself when you're not sure what you look like any more. Weetabix: I can imagine. I am sure of how I look in those pictures. Not nearly as cute. Anne: There is no room for talk like that, woman. Weetabix: It was fun pretending to be the cast of The Real World this weekend. Now we're back to grown up things, but Sarah's back-to-school lunch makes me feel young again. Anne: Her skills at deliciousness never fail to amaze me. She is so grown up. Weetabix: Speaking of this weekend, if only we had Cynthia's wisdom PRIOR to going to The Real World house. "Alcohol will cause more problems than you realize." Anne: That was very mysterious wisdom. And made me a little nervous. Is alcohol cutting my brake lines? Has alcohol poisoned my salt?
Weetabix: But we did follow her number six, which was to put more energy into our friendships. Anne: And I know I gave thanks for all your bodies. Which is number two! And also, Shannonk followed our fitness guru's advice about no excuses! Without even having read the column! Unless she can see the future. Weetabix: Perhaps Shannonk really is Adam? In a blonde wig?! Anne: We have solved the mystery! Weetabix: That Shannonk, though, she might be one of my fitness idols. Anne: Her and Sarah and Pasta Queen are a triumverate of fitness brilliance. Weetabix: Actually, the Roller Derby girls? They kick some serious ass in the fitness department. Anne: I want to be one when I grow up, holy crap. And I want Pasta Queen to take me fitness accoutrement shopping. Weetabix: No kidding. I haven't worn skates since I was 14, skating in a gymnasium to Bon Jovi, but what the hell, get me some knee pads! Anne: You're going to blow the competition away! Weetabix: And you're back at the gym, now. You're inspiring me. I think I'm going to hire a personal trainer, like Adam. Anne: The gym has been a good thing. Even just twice in a row. This morning, I am even going back! If only Adam could come with me. Weetabix: It's all about the process. It's exciting to see what you can do, the ways you can improve your fitness, over even just a short time. Anne: Or we can just throw on your Touchdown Mix and go play touch football in the park. Weetabix: Speaking of which, can I tell you how much I love our commenters? Anonymous Boxer said that they use the playlists when they jump rope. That makes me feel like almost like I'm exercising in spirit. Anne: I bet putting together a playlist is also totally aerobic. Weetabix: There is a lot of clicking and searching, yes. Probably burns at least a calorie. Maybe two. Anne: Which you can spend on hot dogs at the park! Weetabix: But man, you should be in awe of my index finger. It could click for hours. Anne: You have the most fit finger in America! I would challenge Adam to a duel! Or strap some skates on that baby. Let's roll! Weetabix: I'm so in. Elastic Waist rolling through your town, any day now! 4 CommentsLeave a comment |
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Aw, you guys. The thought of me being anyone's idol for anything is making me laugh and laugh and laugh, but thanks!
Five words y'all: Elastic Waist Roller Derby League.
Holy schnikes! How awesome would that be!!!
I think PQ is seriously onto something!
Also - "too early to be alive" is the perfect phrase (finally!) to make our friends understand JUST how early the BF has to get up to go to work. Eeesh.