That tramp really worked my thighs!

And if you're not a part of my immediate family, you have absolutely no idea what the hell I'm talking about (and I have no idea why you're reading).

My sister, you know her as Teeter, has a huge trampoline in her backyard, which everyone lovingly refers to as "The Tramp."

I got on it for the first time this weekend while visiting her in Utah. (Ha. I got on the tramp. On. The tramp. Haha.)

Anyway, I finally got over my life-long fear of the weight of my body snapping my neck and did a somersault for the first time ever! Isn't that something? Hubs, unfortunately, wasn't there to witness the spectacle. It was quite the sight. At least, I assume it was from the hyena-like laughter that spewed forth from my loving family. Turds.

And the reason for the quick trip to Utah? Teeter and her Hubby were celebrating their Tenth Wedding Anniversary! (I felt the importance of the occasion deserved caps.) (And congratulations, you guys!)

I had the pleasure of watching her five brat- er- kids while the two of them went to dinner. And I've decided to let everyone in on a little secret. Although I joke about it, being around other children, even noisy and rambunctious ones, has never influenced my own decision to have children of my own. That's just a little fun fact about me.

I'm not sure about Hubs. He might be influenced.