The next decade....what's in store?
Musings of a yamfooted traveller still trying to shake off those last 20 pounds as she treks across the Caribbean
I wrote in a post called More Inspiration, that the reggae aerobics instructor had left, but alas, I was wrong. So I did his class today. I've gotten rusty in my bammer girl type moves, you know, the type I would need to do at my Birthday Bash a la Macka Diamond.
signed
Yamfoot
(bammer girl in disguise)