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Home Sweet Home

February 9, 2010 in Jazzercise, Road Trip, The Queen of Pain

Okay, so I wasn’t thrilled about coming home (where I have to make my own bed, breakfast, and afternoon cookies) but now that we’re here, I’m warming up to the place.

No matter how nice the folks are everywhere else, OUR PEOPLE are here. Some of them, anyway. Our family’s a little scattered, but there’s a clan of our relatives and friends in Greenville, and I do miss them when we’re gone.

Also, hotel beds have come a long way, but none of them is quite like the one in our room at home.

And, while hotels have treadmills, elliptical machines, stationary bikes, and indoor pools, at home, I can go to Jazzercise and dance while being mocked by an insanely thin ALIEN. As I’ve mentioned a time or two, The Queen of Pain is gorgeous (but once again completely flat-chested now that she’s finished the final phase of her most recent birthing ritual–no more shimmying in her class–BLESS HER HEART). But, I think she’d be a little less cranky if she ate something besides salads and grilled chicken with steamed vegetables every day. You just know she’s NEVER had a Mega Moo Mocha Moo Latte.

I want credit towards my 100 club T-shirt–which now takes 150 classes to earn–for all that huffing and puffing I did on treadmills, etc., but the Queen of Pain is having none of it. This is patently unfair, as I can’t attend class while out of town, but have been working our regularly–okay, semi-regularly. I think I’ll appeal this ruling to Precariously Perky Julie. I’m not holding my breath…

Off to take some aspirin and soak in the tub.

It’s good to be home.
  

Filed Under: Jazzercise, Road Trip, The Queen of Pain Tagged With: Jazzercise, Road Trip, The Queen of Pain

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  1. Valerie Norris says

    February 9, 2010 at 7:17 pm

    Sorry the good life had to end! Glad you’re back!

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  2. Betty says

    February 11, 2010 at 1:09 am

    Oh you know you miss the QOP when you are on your road trips, where else can you get sarcasm and a work out.

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