Sore...so...so...sore
I have a neat little poem about something I did today. Here it is:
I went to Pilates class.
We had a different instructor.
She was very flexible.
I am not as flexible.
I am now dead.
FIN.
Seriously, I am so sore right now that I am actually worried about how I am going to feel tomorrow. I think I will be rendered immobile and will have to be carried everywhere, like Madeline Kahn in "History of the World Part 1." I just hope my litter-bearers step on the same foot at the same time. I wouldn't want my tits to fall off.
I went to Pilates class.
We had a different instructor.
She was very flexible.
I am not as flexible.
I am now dead.
FIN.
Seriously, I am so sore right now that I am actually worried about how I am going to feel tomorrow. I think I will be rendered immobile and will have to be carried everywhere, like Madeline Kahn in "History of the World Part 1." I just hope my litter-bearers step on the same foot at the same time. I wouldn't want my tits to fall off.