It was a beautiful day, with perfect weather, and all the Gals planned a day of relaxation. Well, all except for one.
“Hmmm, I wonder where that new girl, Cassie or Carmen, is?” Wondered Chrissa.
“SneeboorsgodCécileilovecheese.” The sleeping Marie-Grace replied.
“News flash! Your baby fat’s not gonna work off itself. Get up! And that means now! screamed Caroline. Attention!
“But, but I’m wearing my nicest dress.”
No if’s, and’s, or but’s!” Barked Caroline from the front of the line. Marie-Grace, completely delirious to the racket, stayed asleep
“Fifty jumping jacks! I won’t stop until you drop (dead that is).”
“Drop and gimme 20!”
Kirsten’s panting could be bearly be heard over all the moaning and complaining.
After a round of sit-ups,
And a mile run, the girls were pooped.
Everyone laid down on the blanket, where Marie-Grace was still sleeping. They instantly conched out.
“What, what, what? Why in the world?”
P.S. Thanks to Antonia for requesting this photostory.