So I have this thing for obscure obsessions. Old houses, the beauty of cherry wood, throw pillows, any and all types of paper products, and recently added to the list:balance balls.
There it was, playing table to my easter basket this morning next to my brothers soon to be broken skateboard that the amazing 'Easter Bunny' brought. I had no desire for one, have never really given them a second thought. I can't decide if I should be offended that my mom bought me one or truly excited that she just knows me so well that instinctively she knew I would have a ball with it...literally.
Everything about this overly large apple green ball of air is fun.
Opening the box-fun.
Blowing it up-way fun.
Balancing on it-even more fun.
Attempting treacherous tricky almost life threating tricks on the ball of green-you're mind wouldn't even be able understand the fun that has happened.
I feel as if a piece of my life will be spent with this ball.
I realize how silly and crazy I sound, but I wish you could just sit on this bouncing ball of air so you could comprehend my fulfillment.
...I'm sitting on it right now.
Maybe Santa will bring me a bob sled...I don't ever think about those...I can see those being fun.
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I challenge you to a duel. A balance challenge, if you will. In my glory days, I wouldn't touch the floor for an entire sitcom.
-RW Shipshape (also known as Kelly)
You're right. A balance ball is a fabulous thing.
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