Folks, I believe I have a stalker and, frankly, I'm getting a little scared.
It all started last Spring when a "friend" dragged me at the crack of dawn out of my bed and into the torture chamber called Bootcamp.
I almost died. But I went the next week just to prove I ain't no sissy. I almost died again and, seeing how I'm not a cat, I decided I needed to be a little leas willy-Billy about how I spend those lives.
I stopped going to bootcamp but the stalker, a.k.a. "fitness expert", just wouldn't leave me be.
In the darkness of winter, I really believed I'd shaken her. Perhaps shed found another victim. But then, this morning, just as the trees began to bud with the promise of Spring, this came.
"Hey bootcampers! The nice weather is back so were starting up Saturday Bootcamps again!!...Im giving everyone a couple weeks to mentally prepare."
Do you hear her menacing tone?
"We will plan on having our first one back on Saturday March 20th at 7am."
Is that a threat? Did you notice how she uses a sweet, encouraging tone to try and conceal her rage?
"Thanks to all and I hope to see you there in 2 weeks to get ready for swimsuit season!"
Great, now she's threatening my family with violence.
What should I do? Do I involve the authorities or will it provoke her even more?
She scares me.
Ok, on a serious note that doesn't involve swimsuit season (shudder), the Pinkston Varsity Basketball team is going, for the first time ever, to Regional Playoffs tonight! Darius isnon the team and we're ready to cheer them on to victory.
He's made me promise not to bring my airhorn. Or my cheerleading uniform.
Yeah, right, like I ever had one of those.