Learning how to walk!

I think “in shape” is a funny phrase. As to do what, exactly?

It’s usually a euphemism for “thin.” My Autistic ass likes to take things literally.

I imagine myself eating cookies on the couch, telling Rob I’m getting in the right shape to survive a harsh winter.

It’s extra funny to me because I’m patient zero for thin not equalling athletic, healthy, or in shape for anything other than thinking. This is not hyperbole.

Or, at least not by much.