Don’t get me wrong, I’m not fit or anything, but I’ve been to the gym once or twice. Now, I’m not saying Zelma and Marie have never been to the gym before, I’m just saying that if they have, they were probably blindfolded at the time. Zelma thought we had entered a medieval torture chamber and after 5 minutes on the crosstrainer she hadn’t changed her mind. Marie did a little better and actually operated some of the machines. Although, she could have just been petting them and speaking German to them. I can’t be sure; I was busy making sure Zelma didn’t throw up.
Luckily I was able to get in a decent work out before Zelma had a heart attack and we had to take her to the hospital. Marie was kind of bummed at that, though. She had just discovered the butt machine and was loving it. She was also looking very attractive with a beet red face.
And now I have to leave for the airport to pick up M, who’s arriving from Barcelona. Finally. I need someone at home who knows how the vacuum works. *