Oh my goodness it’s Monday night.

Wait, wait. Let me rephrase…Oh my goodness I lived through Monday.

Did you? Hope so.

K, now that we’ve established that I care if you live or die through your Monday, let’s get down to business.

…to defeat the Huns.

Sorry.

Or just to talk about the fact that hello, I’m officially an Aunt.

Technically, I’ve been an aunt since February, yes…but it didn’t feel official until my little nephew popped into the world last Monday.

BUT! Stop, chill out. Because I’m not going to talk about this…on this blog post.

I’m not gonna mention how cute his chin is.

Or how we all melt when he smiles in his sleep.

I’m also not even going to start about the noises and grunts that he makes.

Or how much I can’t stop looking at pictures of him.

No…I’m not gonna talk about any of it until Wednesday…so uh, stay tuned. I merely just wanted to let the world know that there’s now a baby in my life…and I’m loving it.

So let’s move on.

I am now a newbie crossfitter. And that’s totally a lie because I am nowhere near being a crosfitter. I’m basically just working out at a crossfit gym with my best Friend Silver and trying not to die while lifting ten pounds when everyone else around me is lifting thousands of pounds.

But it’s cool cause I feel totally hard core with my one pound weights and sweat pouring off my body. That’s also totally a lie, they’re two and half pounds.

Anyway, there’s a point to this.

In the past two weeks, there’s definitely been work outs where I’ve thought. Okay, I’d rather be at home eating an Oreo and hiding under my covers.

But I haven’t completely felt like I was going to die.

That all changed today.

One word: Burpees.

They might be the hardest thing ever. And that might be an exaggeration.

But they aren’t fun. Ask anyone.  No one will tell you that they do them for fun.  And if they do happen to say “Yes, I think Burpees are fun and I do them as an extracurricular activity in my spare time.” Go ahead and chant back “Liar, Liar pants on fire.” Because it’s the mature response to such a ridiculous lie.

People, listen.  This is how serious I am. I think that I hate Burpees more than I hate bananas. And I hate…bananas. Like seriously as much as Indiana Jones hates snakes.

On my list of other things to talk about tonight…

How cool JJ Watt is. I would like to be his friend and maybe let him bench press me. I don’t know, we’ll see, maybe curl me if he’d rather work his biceps. Or jump completely over me without getting a running start, cause he can.

Hm, what else? Oh, I know.  I finally finished a TV show that I’ve been binge watching. It’s called Damages and I enjoyed it.

I should be paid to write television reviews, don’t you think?

I’m pretty sure that’s all I have to say.

Love,

The Burpee hater.