Lola thought it was really funny to walk around with her red sweatpants pulled up under her armpits and the drawstring tied around her neck. Until I started following her with the camera. This week, she's been all about her "flabs." Last night, she did 100 sit-ups and forced me to poke her abdominals every hour and comment on her progress. As she performed this feat, she looked like an old tin wind-up toy someone ran over with a Buick. Still, it was more exercise than she's done in over 12 years combined--and that's including about 6 softball seasons and 8 lacrosse. She's not called Slola for nothing.
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