I downloaded the audiobook I’ve Got Your Number by Sophie Kinsella to listen to while I worked out. Romance novels are a perfect distraction from burning muscles, dripping sweat, and the fact that it’s 4:30 a.m.
Or so I thought.
I never laughed so hard or so much with a book. Not a bad thing, really. Until Tony Horton asked me to perform a vasisthasana.
It did not end well. I might have fallen on my face more than once. Apparently stomach muscles can only do one thing at a time: laugh or support my body weight.
The speaker, Jayne Entwistle, was absolutely wonderful. Her voice only added more to the story. By the end of the first chapter, I was “popping” places, instead of going. Using “vicar” for priest, just because it was fun. (I know, I know. I need to get out more.) I also said “knickers” more than necessary just because it annoyed my daughter.
Also during the listen of this novel I didn’t have the urge to throw my alarm clock through a wall when it went off. Or to flip Tony off when he demanded another set of one handed push ups.
Yeah, so, I’ve Got Your Number is a must read for fans of romantic comedies. Just not while you’re working out…