The voices in my head are singing These Days, by Jackson Browne
What I’m reading: Smash Cut by Sandra Brown
When they first came out with text messaging I said, “That’s like going back to the telegraph days. Why would I want to do that?”
When they added cameras to phones, I said, “I like my technology simple. Give me a phone that’s just a phone, for crying out loud.”
When they added email, I said, “Why in Sam Hill would I want my email on my phone, and who can read stuff that small anyway?”
When they came out with the iPhone, I forgot all of that idiocy and sprinted into the twenty-first century. It’s all about the music.
But, I have embraced all the other features as well. That camera comes in handy. For example, imagine how long it would have taken me to describe what we did in Jazzercise today:
This is Precariously Perky Julie demonstrating part of today’s ab routine. “Make sure your head is comfortably supported by the ball,” she said.
Clearly, she is insane. In what universe is anything about that move comfortable?
And this was just the starting position…imagine striking this torture pose, then doing crunches, and (yes, we used the hand weights) pec flys…
Appropriately, this routine is set to Dream Big, by Ryan Shupe and the Rubberband.
Believe it or not, I did this. It might not have LOOKED exactly like the picture… probably Julie bit a hole in the side of her cheek to keep from laughing.
But I did it.
The Queen of Pain is finishing up another Alien Birthing Ritual, and will be out for a few more weeks. Meanwhile, I’m entertaining myself by testing Julie’s sunny disposition… Bless her perky little heart.
Peace, out…
Susan
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