Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy!
My exercise ball arrived in the mail!
I couldn't wait to try it out. Master insisted on pumping it up with his compressed air (even though I thought it would have been faster just to connect it to the RH's flatulent bottom, but we didn't have the proper adapter).
I was super excited when I saw it because I remembered how much fun it was at special clever, talented, new stuff for ME school.
In fact, at first I was kind of too excited and kept jumping over it which momma says was not really the purpose.
She made me try and sit down. Boy was that difficult. My little bottom was shaking and vibrating and I had to focus really hard.
Hey! Check out the socks momma is wearing. Can you say NERD?
Then even harder I stood up on it.
I admit that I needed help with my stabilization, but don't worry, I will keep practicing.
Then Momma said, "enough" and it was over. Bummer. I can't wait to do it again.
I made a movie! Watch it here.
You can imagine how exhausting that was and I was due for a refreshing drink of, ahem, CLEAN WATER, please.
That's better. Nothing like a nice whirlpool after a good workout.