Exercise?

I told you J thinks she's getting pudgy, right?

And the kid's worried about eating healthy. She works where they sell lots of pound cake apparently. I imagine she sees a lot of wide people. Wide, jittery people. There's lots of strong coffee there.

She (the kid) brings home some of this pound cake sometimes. Maybe that's why J thinks she's putting on the size.

Anyway, J and the kid talked about all kinds of exercise machines and such. Looked, planned, read reviews out loud. I'm very well informed about all that now.

Finally, though, J decided that the only thing they could really afford to buy was some kind of big rubber band (that's what she called it) The kid knew someone who was using one and they both decided that wasn't for them.

So ended up saying she could do sit-ups for free.

This is where my fun comes in.

Sure, she can do sit ups for free. It's up to me and the cats to make her pay for it. *snicker*

About the time she goes down for the third or fourth time, I like to stand over her and lick her face. The high pitched squeal always attracts those cats. They can be useful. Before you know it, we have a free for all.

It's what I consider my contribution to her physical health. It starts out low impact and ends up being a brisk cardiovascular work out. Very healthy.

A helpful dog is much less expensive than an elliptical trainer.

Told you I was paying attention.

Cosmo