In cycling class this morning, the instructor told us to stand up and then slide back, pushing our tushes out to the back.
"Imagine your boss is standing behind you wearing chapstick."
I fell off the back of my bike, I pushed so hard.
In other cycling news...
1. A woman in my class looks exactly like Lyle Lovett.
2. If you have the desired 12% body fat, you can still have a really bad haircut.
3. No matter how many cool points you get as an instructor by playing lots of Aerosmith, it can all be negated by one Celine Dion song.
4. However, playing "Werewolves of London" as the final uphill song will salvage your reputation.
5. I am the only one in class who knows all the words to "Werewolves of London" and will sing them... loudly.
6. Stop staring at me, all of you. At least I don't look like Lyle Lovett.
I like substituting the line from the live version on Stand In The Fire: where it says "I'd like to meet his tailor", modify to "and he's looking for JAMES TAYLOR!!!"...
Posted by: LDH at December 8, 2004 12:22 PMThey heard it in stereo then, because yesterday I was cruising Ohio with it cranked, having a howling good time with it. :)
Posted by: Ted at December 9, 2004 11:09 AMWhowolves, whatwolves, wherewolves...
Posted by: triticale at December 10, 2004 08:36 AM"Werewolves of London?" One of my favorites.
My admiration for the Cheesemistress goes up still another notch.
Then I read your next mini-drama, the saga of Valerie and Eric, and I have to ask, "When are you doing a book?"
Of course, if you have already, and I've failed to notice it, then I will have the grace to be abashed.
Your talent for off-beat humor is too large to be confined to a blog. Let it out on the streets where it can startle the population at large.
Posted by: David St Lawrence at December 11, 2004 02:24 AMYuck. celine would make me puke all over the Lyle Lovett'd one.
Posted by: Da Goddess at December 20, 2004 12:35 AM