Yes, it's my (groan) 63rd birthday, and yes, there's a blizzard out there, and yes, the aerobics workout Tuesday brought me pain no ibuprohen or even Jameson could erase...but NO excuses ... The second aerobics class of the week begins on schedule, snow flying and piling outside the windows.
I consider leaving the weights in the box. I consider, and even pick up the "Tootsie Roll" one-lb-ers... I complain that no one brought cake... or Jameson...
Aerobics instructor laughs energetically and turns up the rock'n'roll energetically and grins demonically...
No slack was cut the birthdayTweedle this morning.
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