She pulled me into her room to exercise, but then she told me I’d have to do 200 jumping jacks.
But that won’t work because I pee myself when I jump around because I’ve had four kids and my muscles are weak . . .”
She interrupted me.
So I did my own version of a jumping jack which she described as a Kangaroo Dance.
Then she told me I’d have to do 100 full sit ups. Well, that wasn’t happening as I have no abs left.
So I did my own version I stole from yogamazing and she said I looked like a curled up Koala.
That’s all fine, but then she explained planking to me and I did it for about 5 seconds before my insides hurt and I collapsed on the floor so I did my own version of the superman.
She said I looked like a sloth which is when I broke up laughing and gave my abs a workout. And then she compared me to my friend Tarri. So I did my best Tarri impersonation.
Well, this isn’t gonna work. I ran out of beer.
And then the baby pounded on the door and I ran out of the room.