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If You Click “Like” Fast Enough, Does It Count As Cardio?

Everyone wants some easy cardio, right? I’m guessing, if you do it fast enough and with enough enthusiasm, clicking those little “like” buttons on Facebook pages definitely counts as cardio. Probably. Maybe. Well, it might, so I figure it’s worth a try.

Humor Funny Humorous Family Life Love Laugh Laughter Parenting Mom Moms Dad Dads Parenting Child Kid Kids Children Son Sons Daughter Daughters Brother Brothers Sister Sisters Grandparent Grandma Grandpa Grandparents Grandfather Grandmother Parenting Gina Valley If You Click "Like" Fast Enough, Does It Count As Cardio? WritersHere’s a list of Facebook Pages from some of the writers headed to the Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop this April to test my theory out on.

Where Is My Phone?!?!

I forgot to bring my brain to breakfast. I was meeting up with my friend, Ava. We’ve been friends for years, and, as always, we talked so much we forgot to look at the menus. The poor waiter had to come back three times before we both decided to get the same thing we get every time we meet there.

We laughed and talked through our meal, and all the way out to our cars,

The Doctor’s Scale Is The Devil!!!

I weigh myself every morning. It’s part of my morning prayer time. Actually, it usually triggers the start of my morning prayer time. Nothing reminds me to ask for divine intervention quite as consistently as facing that cold, unrelenting, killer-of-self-esteem that is my bathroom scale.

So, yesterday, when I walked into my new neurologist’s office for the first time, the morning’s gravity check number was well cemented in my head.

Nothing’s LESS Helpful Than Help

I never realize what a total control freak I am more than when I’ve pitched a fit about my family’s lack of appreciation for my total martyrdom of a life and insisted they help right this very instant.

Comes back to bite me on the rear every time.

Yesterday, I lost it and talked to my family (some people might say “hollered loudly”) about them taking me for granted and losing my shoes (which,