It looks innocent enough. In fact, give me a glass of wine, and I might even be able to think of some fun things to do with it in the room (Hubby?)!
But don't be fooled. If it were located anywhere other than the gym, it could easily be confused for a medieval torture device. Because I am convinced that is what it is.
Right now, it is the Enemy.
But the thing is? We need to be friends.
We'll resume our negotiations once I can walk again.




Oooh, I know that tone when I read it! I had a stare-down with my bicycles when I went into the garage yesterday to fetch something. They called me. I ignored them. I'll pay the price, I'm sure.
Still, another few weeks till spring, then I'll even the score.
Posted by: Carmi | Monday, March 05, 2007 at 09:26 PM
Fight the good fight Marie.
Posted by: Barbara | Monday, March 05, 2007 at 10:31 PM
That picture sends a shiver down my spine. Must calm myself with a Snickers bar and peanut butter straight from the jar.
Posted by: Elle | Tuesday, March 06, 2007 at 06:26 AM
Yikes! It looks pretty damn painful!
Posted by: Lisa | Tuesday, March 06, 2007 at 09:52 AM
Most of that gym equip. seem like torture devices. Good luck to you and your aching muscles, Marie. Ehh. You know it's good for you in the end!
Posted by: nat | Tuesday, March 06, 2007 at 02:25 PM
Geez- could the manufacturers have made that thing look any more intimidating? It needs to be pink. Or maybe a soothing green.
Posted by: kristi | Tuesday, March 06, 2007 at 07:46 PM