where it stops - is down around my feet - and in a relatively short time from start to finish.
Last weekend, I bought myself a Hula Hoop.
Thought it might motivate me to move/exercise a wee bit. At the very least, 'something to do whilst watching TV'. Yeah, right.
It's not a for real brand name Wham-O Hula Hoop, but a wannabe.
The color is hot pink. It makes a whirring (aka wannabe 'shoop shoop') sound when it goes 'round. The sticky
Anyways - the bright pink plastic hoop thingy cost me only a little more than $3.
$3. Less than a cuppa $tarbuck$
A bit more long lasting too. And a heck of a lot more fun. Granted, I don't hula-hoop (forgive my combining the two words and using it as a verb) any more the way I did as a kid, when I could shimmy both clock-wise and counter-clockwise, and for a record breaking (in my mind) number of revolutions. With no pain.
These days, at the ripe old age of ....
After the purchase of said hoop, as HubbyDear and I drove home with it in the back seat of the car - I asked him - 'Who invented the Hula Hoop, anyway?'.
His answer: 'Fred Hula'.
NOT.
2 comments:
sounds fun.
but what is going on at 44 seconds?
a hula hoop dual?
you know how it is with those silly Hula Hoopers. The blood goes to their heads.
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