What can YOU say in six sentences?
Snowy morning brought on a two-hour school delay, so my son, sick of watching Nickelodeon, started channel surfing and came across the Insanity Workout---oh joy.
Though he might have two hours of bliss before school mother gets no such luxury, so while I made myself a reasonable facsimile of a woman ready to face the day, Jack stared transfixed at the infomercial.
"LOOK how RIPPED his ABS are!"
"Jack...Jack... JACK!" Huh? "That's for people who are in pretty good shape already, people like your dad for instance, people who want to tone up and tighten up."
"You're just scared to try," he said, because he knows I'm dieting (in between spine-clenching hunger spasms at work when breakfast and lunch have worn off), instead of pursuing a cardiovascular routine that would require paramadics on standby.
"No Jack, I'm not afraid to try--I'm afraid to DIE, so it's not for me, it's not for you either Mr. Six Pack "Buy Tickets To My Gun Show," and if you think he changed the channel when I told him to as I walked out the door balancing black coffee in one hand and Monster energy drink in the other, you got another crab rangoon coming to ya.