Exercise anyone?

How bout totin all those fatbacks and sowbellies from the butcherin shed, Miya?  I'll bet you're just 109 lbs. of blue twisted steel.

Twisted, being the operative word.  lol

Awww  Ruth darlin yew sweet thang. I's be wishin yew was my neice instead of that cheeky Diana sometimes.

I's sends Skeeter out tew tha shed fer all tha stuff...but I swears, tha boy got somethin wrong with him. Last week I sends em out thar an he never done come back, so I goes out thar to see whats a keepin em an I be danged ifin he ain't done tied tha old sal Queeny down an was a tryin ta sew her teets to her back. I says, wha yew doin boy? He says, I's be tiein Queeny upside down like so as some of her belly fat will falls to her back. Yew know ma, so as we can have fatback.

Skeeter doesn't have much common sense, Miya, but then he isn't a 6th grade graduate, is he?

How bout swingin the axe?  Splittin logs for the woodstove probably burns up a few calories.