Crap. And also carp.
I was gonna take a picture of myself with flared nostrils asking if you're still doing Jillian, but my camera battery just died. And by the way, the webcam thing on here broke like six months ago and Marvin refuses to fix it. If it were on HIS computer it'd be fixed. That's all I have to say about that.
I did Jillian again yesterday and I have to say I found level one to be a little easier. I may move up to level two soon. And some of you said Esme or Wanda or Hermione or whatever the advanced girl's name is at one point in the veedeo just stops doing the exercises in the background, there, but I never see her do that. Someone tell me when she does it, cause I'm dying to see it.
What IS the advanced girl's name? I know starter girl is Anita. Because that's who I've been looking at. That W.A.S.P. Anita.
How old do you think Anita is? She has the body of a young person but if you look at her face she looks a little hagged out. You think she might be one of those healthy workout people who hangs at the bar and smokes all night?
My friend Paula once saw one of the women from one of the Firm videos poolside in Vegas. It was exciting.
And speaking of Marvin, which we were 75 minutes ago, here is where he and I differ. He is having friends over tonight and I said, "Okay, you have to clean the house." Which I just accidentally typed "horse," and why would our horse need to be clean for people to come over? I wonder if Pioneer Woman cleans her horse before people come over?
I told Marvin he has to clean because I don't know if I've mentioned 90 times that I'm proofreading every book in the world in order to not have so many to proof in the evenings once I start my full-time job. I am down to two books left, and I think I am going to take Sunday and Monday off so I am not hagged out like Anita when I start my new job.
My POINT is, if it were me? I'd be cleaning the house and the horse right now. I understand that it's 8:00 in the morning and people won't be here for 11 hours. Still. But he's in there lounging on the bed, looking at his laptop with a webcam that probably works like a champ, not a care in the world.
I'd be crying with my Shark in the bathroom, saying hysterically that there will never be enough time to get it all done. My theory is his "cleaning" of the horse will not be as, let's say, thorough as my cleaning would be.
Marvin takes this stupid earth-friendly orange cleaner that he buys, sprays it directly onto a paper towel, and half-heartedly swipes at all surfaces in the house. That is his cleaning.
If I am cleaning, the earth is going down. Full chemicals. That's what I like. Get me some Mr. Clean. Some Tilex. Some Ty-D-Bol. And yes, all those chemicals DO make my throat close up. What about it?
I am going to try with all the self-control I can muster, and I don't know if you've met my self-control but I never have, not to start cleaning for him. Because I am seeing toast crumbs that need removing, hairs that need sweeping, gunk that needs Magic Erasing, and oh, hell, where's the Shark?
(Comment of the Week goes to Paula H&B and her Poppycock story.) (Click of This Week's Special to see it.)
