So, I must admit that there have now been numerous mornings whereby I have abandoned Gingham and the trainer to a. sleep off a hangover a little longer or b. sleep in someones' arms a little longer.
I am aware that this is not a good long term plan. The trainer helps with muscle tone, body image (wait, seriously...you like it when things (aka thighs and ass) jiggle?) and general ego. However, I am proposing that I maybe getting in some other form of cardio...
Now, I've never really thought of sex as cardio. Nice? yes. Work up a sweat? sometimes, yup. Cardio? questionable. I'm not entirely sure how to say this tactfully (not sure when I started caring about tact) but last night my opinion may have been altered. When the bed was literally broken. Yup. slats off, matress through like a landslide. In good news it was ONLY half the bed. In other good news the boy is strong enough to pick me up and move me...to the OTHER half of the bed.
I am aware that this is not a good long term plan. The trainer helps with muscle tone, body image (wait, seriously...you like it when things (aka thighs and ass) jiggle?) and general ego. However, I am proposing that I maybe getting in some other form of cardio...
Now, I've never really thought of sex as cardio. Nice? yes. Work up a sweat? sometimes, yup. Cardio? questionable. I'm not entirely sure how to say this tactfully (not sure when I started caring about tact) but last night my opinion may have been altered. When the bed was literally broken. Yup. slats off, matress through like a landslide. In good news it was ONLY half the bed. In other good news the boy is strong enough to pick me up and move me...to the OTHER half of the bed.
I think Ikea should put a warning label on their cheap-ass beds
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