She told me I didn't have to look, but then she made me JOHN HENRY where she'd WRITTEN DOWN IN BLUE PEN the actual numbers...AAALLLL PUT TOGETHER IN THE WRONG ORDER! I think she might be dyslexic. Either that or I have very sinewy arms...and legs...and boobs...and ankles...and lower jaw...and LET'S LEAVE MADBROOK AND KRISPY KREME OUT OF THIS, OKAY FRIENDS?
She asked for my Driver's License~insisted it was necessary. Sha! RIGHT! Necessary for her to have my proclamation weight to compare with the reality. No wonder her abs were so tight...all that hearty laughter when they're placed side by side.
But...and here's some good news...my blood pressure was fine! FINE, PEOPLE! And that right there is reason to celebrate~with MORNING CAKE! And no more exercise...both of which I deserve. Because as I've always been taught, "By their fruits ye shall know them." And since all that brisk walking with jazz hands and hip thrusts (Michael Jackson on the Ipod~couldn't be helped) reaped no reward, well, I guess we know it's from a bad tree.
A fruitless tree.
A tree that would be better off heavy laden with pastries.
Now THAT is something I'd plant.