This morning I was on an emotional roller coaster. You know how my mom is like a guru of bizzare workouts? Well today I was awoken to the sound of a loud, reptitive banging. (Enter my first emotion - anger.)
I jumped out of bed, swung open my bedroom door, and witnessed the scene of my mom donning boxing gloves, "boxing" with a stationary punching bag. (Cue my 2nd emotion - sheer happiness.)
Without saying a word, I immediately returned to my bedroom, retrieved my camera, and began taking pictures of the ridiculousness.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Taking pictures for my blog."
"No. Absolutely not. Don't take a picture of me Megan, I mean it." she replied sternly in the midst of a left jab or some shit.
(Third emotion - extreme dissapointment)
I had to settle for the next best thing, which was some shots of me boxing instead, as I've shared with you here.
I jumped out of bed, swung open my bedroom door, and witnessed the scene of my mom donning boxing gloves, "boxing" with a stationary punching bag. (Cue my 2nd emotion - sheer happiness.)
Without saying a word, I immediately returned to my bedroom, retrieved my camera, and began taking pictures of the ridiculousness.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Taking pictures for my blog."
"No. Absolutely not. Don't take a picture of me Megan, I mean it." she replied sternly in the midst of a left jab or some shit.
(Third emotion - extreme dissapointment)
I had to settle for the next best thing, which was some shots of me boxing instead, as I've shared with you here.
I then ate a donut (extreme happiness) and went back to bed (more happiness) and dreamed about my the prospect of me becoming a boxer. As you can tell by these pictures, I have some pretty good moves. Not to mention I'm a huge bad ass.
You, dear, are hilarious! I really enjoy reading your blog..that's all.
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