It’s dang cold outside. Ok, it could be worse…I know. When it comes to being cold I whine, a lot. Last night I was tempted to skip out on my workout --why does my husband ALWAYS tempt me? But, I resisted the urge to be lazy because that’s what Sundays are for. I bundled up and hit the dark streets. I don’t mind wearing my tights with no cover ups on those thunder thighs…as long as its dark—and I can wear a facemask. My bum can jiggle all it wants!! Shake that booty! Incognito? Yes, indeed.
Dawna Puh-leeze. Thunder thighs? Hardly. Do you not remember Tumor Arm?
ReplyDeleteBut...I do like the face mask idea. I may have to look into that :)