Oh yeah. I just remembered that she sometimes reads this blog. (Love you, Sis!)
Now, back to my story about that evil biotch . . .
I was talking to my 13-year-old nephew on the phone last Thursday when his mother (Evil Biotch Sis-in-law, in case you weren’t keeping up with the cast of characters) came on the line. She was all excited to tell me about this new cult--strike that--exercise class she joined. It’s the KUT program. And somehow, as only One Who Possesses Pure Evil can do, she made it sound exciting.
- 9 week commitment
- 6 days a week
- plus resistance training
- plus more crunches and push-ups than the combined USA Olympic Team does in a year
(because all that isn’t enough)
- a diet plan too!
Yes. She made this vile boot camp sound good. Evil, manipulative biotch.
"Hey, I know!" she said with devilish glee, "You could sign up too and we could do this together!"
Oddly, I was tempted. But being such a dedicated anti-program-joiner I hedged, using the excuse (which isn't a stretch) that I couldn't afford it.
She sweetened the deal. Evilly.
"What if I paid for it?"
Evil, manipulative biotch. (Love you, Sis!)
"No, I wouldn't want you to have to wait for your money, it might take awhile."
"What about this: Your husband has worked on our car and boat so many times--I owe him. What if I just pay for you and you never have to think about the money at all!"
"Ummmmm . . . " I cleverly countered, "Okay?"
Pure Evil, that one.