A sentence I found while revising my latest manuscript: I ran to the house and collapsed on tubsided. I have no idea.
No, it's not the swimming pool. It's not the hot tub. It's not the gorgeous male trainers. It's the closed captions. Some machines at the gym have TV monitors attached so users won't become bored. A wise move. My first day on the recumbent bike, I said to myself, "Oh, pish-tosh! I don't need television. I have an … Continue reading A Secret Pleasure at the Gym