I really did not want to go to ball class today. It’s so hard! I hate working hard. Sure, the balls are bouncy and fun. But we don’t get to bounce up and down on them very much. We do things with them that hurt. Maybe not today, but tomorrow they will. But, my very own ball was due to arrive today, and I needed to pay for it. And, ball class is kinda fun, except for the whole working hard part. So I asked Amelia what to do. I do that occasionally now that I look at her every day.
“why would you even ask me that? Of course you should go to ball class!”
Amelia is not lazy like me. She’s a risk taker and an adventurer. And you know, she has excellent bone structure. Very striking woman. She, too, is not impressed with the monkee. And this morning, when the he was upset, and damn near yelling, she rolled her eyes.
“What a slimey little toad.”
Sometimes, she mimics him back to me, and I have to concentrate on not laughing.
“Hey guy… shoot me an email. I’ll tell you what, I’d like to shoot him, but not with an email. Is this what men of your time are like? Hand me the phone, hold it up to me, I want to call this guy up and explain to him what real men are like”
Oh, Amelia, you’re so bad.