Eat, Pray.........Sweat

Maimy has been on a roll lately.  She convinced me to stop working out......among other things.  She is wildly persuasive and soothing when I let her be.  She always seems to know the right things to whisper in my ear to make everything seem alright.  Alas, I had a moment of nagging conscience. I had an insane burst of......lets better ourselves.  Even though Maimy had advised against it......I began reading The Miracle Of Forgiveness.  Life seemed bleak.....like going up a down escelator.........in a wheelchair.  It hurt.  It hurt to tears.  It hurt to 8 hours of tears.  Maimy said it was only PMS.  I hate to give her credit, but I think she was partially right.
I decided the best way to exorcise Maimy was to exercise the heck out of her.  We went back to Tae Bo, but not in the morning.  Maimy feels sluggish without 6 square meals and a few Cokes to really ground her.  So one evening we donned some terribly ugly workout clothes to match our ugly mood and red rimmed eyes.  As I made full body contact with a public floor, 45 minutes into one form of Hell on Earth, with Lady Gaga belting out Poker Face.........I realized that for that short time Maimy had fled AND that it was distinctly possible I didn't comprehend the full spectral meaning of Poker Face.  Maimy couldn't take the cramp in my firm, firm gluteus, the heart rate above 65 beats, or the sweat between my boobs.  Even though hours before I had been feeling at my weakest in possibly years.........I KNEW I could beat that little hussy if I really wanted to.

A Difference Of Opinion

Yes, I will be insinuating that SHE (right down there) is me!  HE however, may or maynot be Superman ;)

While one nugget points out our gooshy parts, another has a differing opinion.  Thank you Fire for your kind words to Maimy and I.  You made our day. 
Maimy and I have been tandemly salivating over a cream colored wool trench.  We both felt like it was an article of clothing we could not live without.  Sadly.......it was more than I would agree to spring for.  Maimy on the other hand knows that Superman has a soft heart when it comes to her desires.  After dropping subtle hints, (I had to put my hand over her mouth in order to keep them subtle) Superman realized that what we needed for our birthday was 'the coat'.  Luckily because I refused to let Maimy give specific instructions, Superman was able to find 'the coat' $30 cheaper than the one Maimy and I spied.  'The coat' came home as our birthday gift, which we received early!!!
Before you could say 'Bad Maimy!' she had the coat ripped from the bag and slung across her slim, yet muscular (in a very feminine way) shoulders.  Enter the Fire.  "Mom, you look just like that girl on Mr. & Mrs. Smith! Well, except you don't have a gun in your garter." (No longer a problem, Love.)  While Maimy gloated in the glory of that well placed compliment, I screamed, "When did you see Mr. & Mrs. Smith?!"   The answer:  While they were home with Dad.