razzle dazzle nothing.
Nothing at all.
Let's seeeee...Julia watched in awe/horror from the comfort of her walker this morning as I tried to make my way through portions of this DVD:
That's right. Hot Body Boot Camp. You know you're intrigued. Basically the instructor is crazy and her asymmetrical haircut and workout outfits are even crazier. I drew the line when she started doing a legitimate army crawl and then screamed/yelled/chanted something about sculpting those rock hard buns.
Sooo....we did that.
I'm not sure who died and made Simon the blogging czar of the universe but he said I need to stop taking photos in the dining room...so Julia graciously ventured outside with me to snap this.
Julia at her photographer's perch. Such talent.
That really is all I have to offer today. Lame to the o. I know.
We'll hope for more juice tomorrow.