Last night was filled with thunderstorms, pacing donkeys, snoring husbands and reoccurring nightmares. Needless to say, I didn’t get much sleep . . . and I am a person who very much needs at least eight hours of sleep. I’m special that way. So when I got to Cindy’s gym for squats and ab work I was really, really, really, really tired. Either that or sweet little Cindy was channeling the Devil. You decide. Here’s a small portion from hell at the end of our five billion hour abdominal routine.