David Baxter PhD
Late Founder
Wendi Aarons
I went to my gym yesterday for the first time in a while. Or at least I assumed it’d been a while because when I went to grab my running shoes, they screamed, “Stranger danger!” and dove under the bed until I left the room. Insensitive jerks.
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And having your husband as your trainer is about as fun as having your mother-in-law as your life coach. To wit:
Wendi, you’re not doing your squats right.
Yes, I am.
No, you’re not. You need to get lower. You’re not using the proper form.
How am I supposed to know the proper form?
Because I emailed the workout plan to you last night.
You did?
Yep. And then you said, “Like I’m going to read this bull” and deleted it. Then you shoved four Thin Mints into your mouth and started scratching your feet with a Lego. Sigh. I fell in love with you all over again.
Whatever. OK, how’s (pant) this squat? Good?
No, you’re not low enough.
Yes, I am!
No, you’re not!
WELL, AT LEAST I KNOW HOW TO LOAD THE DISHWASHER PROPERLY AND DON’T LEAVE A TRAIL OF DIRTY SOCKS ALL OVER THE HOUSE LIKE YOU’RE FREAKING “HANSEL AND GRETEL” TRYING TO ESCAPE FROM THE LAUNDRY ROOM! (pant) Could you please get me some water, sweetie? I’m a little parched.
I went to my gym yesterday for the first time in a while. Or at least I assumed it’d been a while because when I went to grab my running shoes, they screamed, “Stranger danger!” and dove under the bed until I left the room. Insensitive jerks.
...
And having your husband as your trainer is about as fun as having your mother-in-law as your life coach. To wit:
Wendi, you’re not doing your squats right.
Yes, I am.
No, you’re not. You need to get lower. You’re not using the proper form.
How am I supposed to know the proper form?
Because I emailed the workout plan to you last night.
You did?
Yep. And then you said, “Like I’m going to read this bull” and deleted it. Then you shoved four Thin Mints into your mouth and started scratching your feet with a Lego. Sigh. I fell in love with you all over again.
Whatever. OK, how’s (pant) this squat? Good?
No, you’re not low enough.
Yes, I am!
No, you’re not!
WELL, AT LEAST I KNOW HOW TO LOAD THE DISHWASHER PROPERLY AND DON’T LEAVE A TRAIL OF DIRTY SOCKS ALL OVER THE HOUSE LIKE YOU’RE FREAKING “HANSEL AND GRETEL” TRYING TO ESCAPE FROM THE LAUNDRY ROOM! (pant) Could you please get me some water, sweetie? I’m a little parched.
