Shredding To The Oldies

I did The 30 Day Shred again today for the first time since it came in the mail in a while.  Only, I put Jillian on mute and worked out to some of my favorite Ipod songs.  It still sucked.  And it is a very dangerous situation to be on the floor in vulnerable positions such as flat on your back with your arms flat on the ground.  My dogs were wrestling each other Hulk Hogan style without any regard to their master whom they were trampling.  Needless to say, all the floor exercises were more about protecting my face and hollering at the canines.  Jumping jacks are obviously a cruel game to the golden retriever who enjoys jumping up at the same time as me only to be smacked by my hand on our way down, repeatedly.  My daughter (the only one in the house that actually enjoyed this scene) sat quietly in her swing watching me with wide eyes until she peacefully drifted off to sleep.  Alright, one day down only 30 more to go.  Only I'm changing it to the 60 day shred... I just keep telling myself how much money this is going to save me when I go in for my plastic surgery.  I can save up a lot sooner for the boob job than I can for a boob job AND lipo... although it would be a lot easier to just get the fat sucked out.  I'm trying to live up to my "job title" as trophy wife.  And I'm not kidding about that either.  When I had to open my IRA at the bank the other day the lady said she was typing "Homemaker" into the job title and I told her I'd prefer if she would put "Trophy Wife."  We both laughed.  She laughed because she thought I was kidding, and I was laughing because I wasn't.