Workout Barbie

So today I went to the gym in an effort to get healthy. Ok.. ok.. let's be honest- why do most of us go to the gym? To get hotter. Well anyways, on my quest for some sort of hotness, I ended up in Workout Barbie's cycle class. Workout Barbie is not like every other gym rat. She is the elite. Perfectly spray tanned with huge muscles. Her hair is down and meticulously fixed, along with her make-up. She has a half shirt on that shows her incredibly toned stomach and I could go on and on about her perfection. I will stop though- you know the type. So I get into her class- fear comes over me. I know right away she will kick my butt but I am determined to keep up with her. So I'm giving 110% while it appears she is only at 50% and not even breaking a sweat. Then I realize the reality of this situation. She is THE Workout Barbie. Half plastic, half muscle. Not woman, not even human. She is on another level.. I finish the class but I look like I have just stepped out of the shower and smell less than pleasant. Never fear, Workout Barbie is still perfectly intact- not a bead of sweat- and she's headed to another class. The moral of this story is congratulations Workout Barbie's of the World! But I like to give a toast to the other 99% of women. Real, full of flesh humans that must keep this world going. One load of laundry, one stop by the grocery, and one day of work at a time.. So I say here's to us!! And to a new Barbie on the market- Realistic Barbie! And Ken so sorry but that's what you're getting. Look for her sold in a store near you..