Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Cake Batter


There. I said it.


What is really wrong with enjoying some cake batter now and again? I say nothing is wrong with it. Provided it is not consumed daily. From a cereal bowl.


What IS wrong is that my skinniest sister is taking a Biggest Loser's Boot Camp.


Why is she doing this? Doesn't she know she can just sit down with a bowl of cake batter, a spoon (or a straw) and watch The Bachelorette as they take a gratuitous helicopter ride or cavort on a beach somewhere?


I have to be honest. I just don't get it.


Also, my good friend (who's initials are JEN) is taking some sort of hybrid-Pilates class and now sits up straight thereby making me sit up straighter, even though I really want to slouch some more.

And her husband has mentioned that she is looking like she has "dancer's legs".

Hello, Mikhail Baryshnikov calling...he wants his legs back.

Big whoop, my friend. Big whoop.

Nobody has to tell me that I have the legs of a champion Sumo wrestler a few years past his prime.

And if they DO tell me, I will Take.Them. Down.
I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee. (and I eat the occasional bowl of cake batter.)

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