I don't have too much to say today. Maybe I'll tell a story. The trampoline incident...
Last year, for my birthday, my sister sent me a trampoline. It was one of the smaller single-person models that you can use inside. I decided to try it out one night with a workout.

It was a warm evening, and it was starting to get dark. I had just gotten home from work, and I was in a great mood. I was definitely ready for some jumping. So I went to the computer and put on my "Psych Up" playlist nice and loud. I began to dance around the apartment, threw off my shoes and started jumping away. Waving my hands in the air, like I just didn't care, if you know what I mean. I was having a great time but it was getting warm, so I stripped down to my bra and undies. That was much more comfortable, and more good songs came on. I continued to jump and sing and dance around getting a great workout. I was spinning around in circles when I happened to glance outside. My jaw dropped as my hand went to my mouth. A small crowd had assembled outside on the sidewalk. They booked it as soon as they saw me look. And while cracking up, I ducked as soon as I recovered from my shock. It was pretty funny. When I slowly peeked out the window next, I saw that a couple of them had returned, waiting for the next show. They didn't get another show that evening. The lesson: Remember to close the blinds before jumping on a trampoline in your underwear.