Dear McRu,
Your mom and I got the Get In Shape, Girl workout kit one year for Christmas and used it exactly once that I can remember.
I’m not sure if we asked for the set ourselves or if Santa was trying to send a message. Either way, I remember the one-time use, but I do not ever remember looking like these girls in their leotards.
My favorite part of the whole thing was the white stick with the lavender silk ribbon I used to whip about with no grace at all. Your mom liked that too, but on this day, she had the bright idea to be extra healthy and chug down two raw eggs. “Just like Rocky!!” One for her and one for me. We got the guts to do it and moments later we were off… Frolicking through the house and out into the backyard in our leotards, whipping those ribbons about like our lives depended on it. Frolicking too, we’re the egg yolks we just swallowed whole.
It wasn’t long before we two sweaty, out-of-shape, filled with grace, gals were puking in the grass.
I tossed my egg first, which made your mom begin to dry heave (she did that loudly) and out her egg came too. It was disgusting and hilarious. That was not the last time your mom and I puked in each other’s company.
We decided to wrap up our workout and head into the house in preparation for the Wham concert we planned to put on for nobody. That’s a story for next time!
-JD
