Tan Madge

Sporting a tan dermis for about 29 + 2 years. . .

Because my life feels like a sitcom. Sometimes it is on Fox. Sometimes on the WB. Sometimes on VH1 on a Sunday morning.

Some episodes are definitely better than others. Which is why a boxed-set probably won't be hitting stores until at least 2013.

Ever wonder if the personal trainer is hitting on you?

They are.

“Hey there!”

“Hey yourself.”

“Come here often?”

“Yes. Do you?”

“Hell yeah! I would have remembered you from before. Nice jacket.”

“Nice polo.”

“Can I chat with you while you work out?”

“Can you talk underwater? I’m hitting the pool, baby.”

“Maybe I could catch up with you in the hot tub.”

“Like in some bad 80’s film? What do you want to talk about? I’d rather not chat while boiling like a chicken in a soup pot.”

“I like soup.”

…*sigh* They actually PAY people to hit on you at the gym. I believe their tactic is to make you feel sexy and desirable, and therefore won’t be offended when they try to talk you into one of their personal training programs. Suck it Chet. I can regulate my own situps.