Crap.  Let’s hope you didn’t bet a lot of money on me going to the gym (Cuz you would be damn fools to do so!  Haven’t you been paying attention to my secret hatred of the gym and my other secret love affair with Taco Bell?  Mwahaha!) 

But – all was not lost in the exercise world today.  I did bounce around my room to some rap crap and a little Michael Jackson for a good hour.  Bouncing = a less bouncy butt.  That’s my math for the day.*

*Don’t blame me for my sucky math — blame the English degree.