I just flew in from Phoenix and, man, are my arms le tired!

Gosh I hope you all (yes, all 5 of you) enjoy my weird, twisted, at times corny (oh boy!) sense of humor.   If you don't, oh well, I amuse me.  And isn't that the point of life?

But seriously folks, I am in pain.  Good pain, but pain nonetheless.  I just finished doing this set of exercises:

On paper it looks innocuous enough.  Don't be fooled.

And they were effective, even though (especially because?) I am, admittedly, a wimp.  Some of the pain could be from the giggling I was doing as I attempted the moves, since in addition to my middle name not being Grace the ball I have is too big.  The pendulum one was particularly hysterical. As with beauty, I guess the pain is how you know it's working.

Also, I bought a coupon for Jazzercise, which I'm super excited about!  I mean, come on, it has "Jazz" in the name -- how could it not be awesome?  Maybe I'll even see Jazziclese in leg warmers and a unitard. (If so, someone I know is back on the hook for writing that particular myth.  You know who you are.)  I'm trying not to get my hopes up for 80's Barbie Jazzercise, but I must admit I'm kind of hoping...