"Hmmm....taking the elevator again? I'm totally recording this."
"La-la-la-la-la. In the bathroom. La-la-la-la-la. Nothing to see here, carry on!"
"Nice! 30 minutes of "running!" Finally, woman! This is what I've been waiting for all week."
"Took me off at 4pm? She's given up on life."
"Hey, if running around the house at the kids' bedtime helps you make your 10,000 steps, go for it! I'm tired of being the neighborhood Fitbit disgrace at our Fitbit potlucks."
"She must be really sick to not even put me on today. Call 911."
"Well, I prefer pants if you must know, but I realize you enjoy wearing dresses so go ahead and smother me. I'll survive the day. Just no tights! No tights!"
"12,552 steps? Thwack me, I must be dreaming."
"Tomorrow is a new day." ("Next week is a new week....Next month is a new month...")