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Hello? Commercial Fisherman! I’ve course I’ve got some fucking rubber boots!

I don’t know if you’ve had enough time to recover from the news that I worked outside this weekend. It might be too soon for me to tell you this, but… brace yourself. I’ve signed up for an exercise class. I know I know! It’s shocking. It’s only one day a week. Here at work. A stability ball class. I think you try to balance of big balls and maybe not fall off. As you can probably guess, I’m not going to be very skilled at it.

Crap! I have a meeting! Damn DLS time!!

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8 thoughts on “Hello? Commercial Fisherman! I’ve course I’ve got some fucking rubber boots!

  1. Jodi says:

    i am so not resorting to exercise to put off doing satan’s bookclub. it’s only once a week at lunchtime people. don’t freak out.
    what’s keeping me from finishing satan’s bookclub is a stupid css issue with my sidebar i can’t fix. very vexing.

  2. Wait wait wait… THIS from the woman who, just days ago, commented on my blog that exercise is evil and I should stay away from it????? WHO ARE YOU? Where is the woman I fell in love with?!

  3. Jodi says:

    did i say evil? yes, i probably did. i’m right, it is evil. this won’t be too exercisey. picture me in the back of the room, trying to balance on a ball and failing miserably. And cracking jokes with tessa and louise. in fact, i’ll probably be sent to a corner for being disruptive.

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