Actually, I think I'm working on my purple face in Zumba.
If you don't know what Zumba is, I'll tell you (if I can catch my breath).
My friend Andie invited me to her Zumba class as her guest this morning. For my first time ever. It's a new-ish exercise craze that is a cross between Latin dancing, aerobics, kickboxing, and good old fashioned calisthenics.
Actually, it's mainly ass-shaking. Mystikal style. You shake your ass....rotate your hips in a circle...shake ya ass...do some roundhouse kicks....shake ya ass....do some pelvic thrusts...shake ya ass...
You get the picture. Of my ass.
In fact...*peers over her shoulder*...I do believe it's still jiggling. Like the aftershocks of an earthquake.
What am I on about?
Well, I really should have entitled this post, 'Things I've Been Doing Instead Of Gardening".
Look at this crap. If you can even see it. Through all the weeds.
I feel like someone has stolen my garden mojo. Or at least my will to pull weeds and make my garden pretty.
It's been so hot and rainless, and I've been trying to keep up with watering...I just don't have the energy to pull the weeds.
I know, excuses, excuses. But when there hasn't been a day below 90F/32C with humidity that makes it feel much hotter for a month straight...it wears on you.
And suddenly you find other things to do. Inside things. Air conditioned things.
Things like friggin' Zumba.
Dear God, I never want to eat a cheeseburger ever again.
But I do hope someone will find my garden mojo and return it.