When I open my sour cream
it speaks to me.
[by way of little messages printed on the seal, of course.
What did you think I meant?]
Once, it said:
And since I make a point of doing whatever my sour cream tells me
[that is why we have such a close relationship, you know]...
my 1st resolution:
exercise joyfully [jumping as needed]
or, at the very least, just exercise!
Because, you see, that will also help me maintain a close relationship with my sour cream.
[To say nothing of what it does to help my bad case of scatterbrain.]
*Joyful jumping brought to you by my shiny happy niece, Afton.*
