My husband has opera rehearsal tonight. I usually find some way to pass the time with the kids until it ends. Since Sarah and I are reading the Harry Potter series, I usually just read with them. But I forgot the book at home this morning. I don’t know if I will be able to find a copy in the library. Reading makes the time pass so much more quickly.
So there is a new exercise phenomenon. The S Factor. Strip workouts. The creator has stripper poles in her house. I’m on the fence on this one. On the one hand, it does seem sort of empowering and feminine, and it encourages women to feel sexy, which is a good thing. But mousy little Dana? Nah, I don’t see it in my future. I wouldn’t have the cajones to try it.
One of the strip joints in Atlanta — in fact, the premiere strip joint — offers classes in stripping. I don’t know if I’d call it a workout. Yeah, my middle school journalism class was fun the day that was in the paper.
And while we’re talking about exposing yourself…
What? He didn’t explain he was trying out strip aerobics?