Quasimodo

I was sitting in Relief Society on Sunday, jotting some thoughts down in my little book. The room was warm, the chair comfortable.

I casually turned to look at my neighbor (who happens to be my VT), and noticed I was looking up.

It was then I realized that my back was about as straight as a soggy noodle and I attempted to remedy the situation.

Holy Schmoly.

Six months of not using my abs has caught up with me. That's what comes from having babies.

Darn, stinkin' cute babies...they're just stopping everyone from using their abs. It's a conspiracy.

Looks like I need to do some more yoga or something before it becomes, ya know...permanent...