Bless Your Heart, Tramp!

It seems I have no problem making a fool of myself.  I think it comes with an "I could care less what people think of me" attitude.   Of course deep down I care... just not nearly as much as I should.  Honestly, it's almost like I set myself up for these things...  I've been going to the gym for two weeks straight now.  I know, I know, SHOCK and AWE.  I've surprised myself.  So I've found that if I read a book while on the stationary bike, the time goes by so much faster.  The book is so funny!  

How funny is this book?  So funny that I literally was laughing out loud in the middle of the "library quiet" fitness center... uncontrollably.  Did tears streak my cheek?  Yes, maybe with a little sweat mixed in as well.  Once I caught my breath did I continue to spin those wheels only to burst into laughter again?  Yes.  Did people stare at me with that "well, bless your heart" look?  Absolutely!  Which just made me laugh all the harder.  I think the laughter may have worked my muscles more than the actual bike.  Did I read the book again the next day laughing out loud on my bike?  Yes.  

I don't know if you have to be from the south or familiar with southern people to appreciate the book, but I highly recommend it if you fall into one of those categories.  

I've moved onto a serious book.  I'm finally reading "A Long Way Gone, Memoirs of a Boy Soldier".  Now I'll be crying myself off the bike instead of laughing.