Thursday, February 18, 2010

Work Out Goddess I Ain't Either

So… I didn’t clean the apartment. But at least I went to the gym. Zelma and her little sister joined me and we made complete fools out of ourselves worked out a little. Had I known how Zelma and Marie would behave I probably would have started them out with something simpler. Like a walk.

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. *


  1. That's very funny. You sound like a teacher with her unruly teenage students. I'm glad nobody died, and that you're apartment will finally get vacuumed.

  2. Mike - my boyfriend who was supposed to come home and vacuum just gave me some chocolate and went off again, on karate camp this time. Luckily, I have cleared a path from the bed to the computer and from the computer to the kitchen. I might survive until he gets back from karate camp.

  3. Some boyfriend. You need to ask him what YOU'RE getting from this relationship besides slowly being buried alive inside your apartment while he's off punching and kicking shit.

  4. Mike - The karate camp was actually held in our city this time, so he came home to sleep and eat and stuff like that, so it wasn't all that bad. Also, now I can totally guilt him into cleaning the entire apartment and doing the laundry. Um... Not that I'd ever do anything like that.



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