Such is my addiction to marching around the island to peppy music, clicking on things to make them appear, that I really don't even care that I'm getting some exercise. But it's already had benefit, I feel more active and it's noticeable that I'm able to move better. Otherwise I wouldn't get much exercise at all... I mean, in Washington in winter, when my job is cleaning the house and reading with kids?
I told the kids I'd lost five pounds.
Mike said, "How do you know?"
I said, "There's a magic mirror in the bathroom. I say, 'Mirror, mirror on the floor, how much do I weigh this morning?' and it tells me!"
He said, "That doesn't even rhyme!"