While I was Away

So Sugar has been enjoying life as of late with regular trips to the gym to try and transform her ass from taffy into jawbreakers. Sugar tries to end each session with a relaxing snooze in he sauna. Now the sauna at Sugar's gym is a blessedly lonely place where Sugar can quietly drip private-part sweat onto her pile of towels without much interruption. Sugar postulates that the other females members of the gym (with the notable exception of Splenda) think the women's locker room is just one big booth for their cell phone use - hello ladies, take a shower ok!!!

Anywho - Sugar was recently doing her sauna thing when a tragic alignment of the cosmos occurred and a noisy herd of Stepclass-ees came in the room just as Sugar had inadvertently passed gas. Good God - what if one of them decided she needed to use her cell phone in the heated phone booth? Open the door and escape Sugar - but no - the hot stench might follow you and it would be hard to blame it on the nearby poopey diapered baby (Sugar does this in the grocery store, sometimes Target - it works well).

Sugar decided the only hope would be to circulate the air a bit thus diminishing the foulness to a general sweltering sauna stench. Sugar leaped up and proceeded to flail her towels about creating a momentary, mini-Katrina within the sauna. Sugar felt brilliant and triumphant, until she realized that the side wall of the sauna was built of frosted glass and if the Stepclass-ees looked in it would appear that a crazed member was performing some putrid version of Swan Lake in the nude.

Sugar is now back on her meds