I would, of course, much rather giggle than jiggle … if, by that, my Louie-Louie Lad means there is more of me to bounce around than there used to be. Now I know he would never say that out loud, but … I can see his gorgeous eyes …
And just for that, I actually worked out at the Y today! Sorry, T.Annie, no swimming. I don’t like the drowning part. But I took an exercise class (and yes, will again) that has made me feel like there is no part of me that doesn’t hurt. Oh, Jane, the trainer, was awfully good … and kind … but none of those arm and leg muscles are used to working that hard. But I was the only Lass in the class (!) and there was no way any of those LLLads was going to do better than me. Oh my …
Whatever he may say about his own exercising, I saw the wake he left in the pool. And I saw a whole bunch of Lasses from the hi-dive watching him, so I guess I’d better get jiggling.
When I can giggle again, I will tell my Lad the joke Jane told us …
Geeze Wonder Wench, I wish I could find a class that was full of Lads. Where is this gym? 😉
Those Lasses watching Dick from the hi- dive are probably making sure he doesn’t “beach” anyone. 😉