drop and give me ten, bitches.

i just got back from a boot camp-esque experience. picture me and n. crawling (no, scaling) across the floor with a woman saying, "get that butt down! be cat-like!" picture, if you will, us then crawling across the floor using only our arms as we dragged our feet behind us. i could not do this. i fell halfway across the floor. n., on the other hand, did beautifully! the class applauded.

we did ab work, core work, yoga, and my particular favorite: boxing. i found that i have a decent jab and crossover. who knew?

now n. makes tofu scramble for brunch and i sit, sipping coffee. we are to see "mad hot ballroom" "wedding crashers" (to get our frat pack fix) later, if i can peel my ass from off this couch.

seriously, y'all, i am in pain.