Dear (fill in the blank),
If you live to the south, east, west, or north of me (or if, even worse, you were at the church and happened to look over) and were outside at approximately 6:33 p.m. this evening, I am sorry. You see, Ben begged me to jump on the trampoline with him, and since I was already sweaty from Jillian Michaels, I decided to join him.
Yes, my legs are really, really white. Yes, I was wearing a tank top. Yes, I was attempted a few "moves," including a front handspring and a brandy (dang if I didn't have to put my hands down. I'm a chicken!) It just felt so awesome to be jumping. And Ben did laugh his head off when I was lucky enough to bounce him up so high he could touch the top of the net.
But really, I'm lame on the tramp now, as evinced by all the times I landed on my butt instead of my feet. I am a "woman over 35" after all.
However, in retrospect, I apologize for all the bouncing. You know what I mean. I'll try to limit my future trampoline activities to non-day light hours. Although, as a small victory, I did not pee (after two kids, you take what you can get.) Who knew?
Love, Me.
3 comments:
You are too funny! Congrats on dry panties, that is an accomplishment right there =0P
I'm always surprised to find how much of a work out it is to jump on a tramp.
You have accomplished the impossible. I totally would have peed.
lol! You are too funny Beck! I'm with Fluent Brittish.
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