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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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Alright, that's it. Who are you, and what have you done with our Jodi?

yeah... i was kind of afraid of telling you this, a mere two days after i WORKED OUTSIDE.

Thank goodness, now for the sake of balance in the universe, I can safely skip working out on Wednesday. All I need is an excuse :)

you are resorting to exercise to avoid finishing satan's bookclub?! damn! thems drastic measures.

is there a little jiminy cricket on your shoulder?

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.

Sweet jesus what is the world coming to? Is this earth or bizarro earth? ;-) I kid of course.

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?!

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.