I sing the body pilate I got my Windsor Pilates in the mail the other day. Figured I had to do something because it's unbelievable how fat I've gotten. Well, almost unbelievable. I haven't been able to try it out yet because my DVD remote is missing. It seems that the God/Goddess of lazy, fat people does not want to lose His/Her most devout follower. Once the remote is located, I'll give it a try. Let's see if I can "sculpt [my] body thin" in ten weeks. I'll keep you posted. I have uncovered the secret of the fax machine at work. Apparently, if you want the faxes to actually go through, you must do the fax dance while singing the fax song silently to yourself. The fax song lyrics are as follows and are sung to the tune of "The Humpty Dance": The fax dance is your chance to send a fax.....oh, fax it baby....do the fax dance, doing the fax dance The dance itself consists of standing in front of the fax machine wiggling your hips with your fingers crossed. I have discovered that singing the song out loud hinders the faxing action and causes your co-workers to look at you funny. My cold is dying hard. Just doesn't want to go away. Proof of the heinousness of this cold: I've been in bed, and asleep by 11:30pm everyday this week. Amazing, I know. The phlegm just won't go away. And the coughing, dear lord, the coughing... posted by Beth 11:13 PM . . .
