Balanced nonsense
“But that doesn't suit me,” I grumbled when my husband came on with the perfect suit for the ball of balls.
“Yes, that's why I chose this,” he stated, “the thought that you would be shining among all those eccentrics on a bookball. Please, say, that doesn't fit you at all? Then you better take on a different challenge. When you manage to slim down so much that you fit in this case, I solemnly promise that I will carry you on your hands.'
For me, it was the incentive I was waiting for.
I went through everything. From a balanced training program to the most balanced diet.
When I was as light as a feather, I wrangled into the costume. My husband exceeded his promise, he carried me not only on his hands, but even on his finger.
