Today, I wanted to try doing weight training with the girls. It wasn't one of my most favorite activities, so I added a little Diana Collins touch to it. Which meant bringing in speakers and pumping Jessie J's Domino loud in the gym. We were all lying down on the mat with our hands lifting up weights to the beat of the music. The girls were all groaning and complaining loudly, but did the activity anyways. The girls were actually fun to be with: they were intelligent, humorous, and every bit as athletic as a wolf should be. "It's starting to hurt!" Someone whined. I laughed, and so did the rest of the girls. "Hold it!" I hollered as they outstretched their arms to lift the weights higher. My arms began to ache as well, but I knew I had to buck up and set the example. Finally, to my relief,
