First off, we will not discuss how this is about my third blog of the year...no, that is the subject that won't be named. I have a renewed desire to make blogging an active part of life, but hey, it's day 1 on blogger rehab so... let's be optimistic for now.
Anyway, I just got back from Authors After Dark in New Orleans...which I assure you is a completely separate blog... and my youngest son made me nearly pee my pants.
While I was away, my two teenage boys were at a Hockey Ref Camp. I get home and my youngest, Jared, is chatting away about what they did and how much fun they had, but then starts in on how much his muscles hurt... this is pretty much the conversation....
Jared: Man my stomach hurts, my legs hurt. I think all my muscles hurt.
Me: That's because, shockingly, you had to move your body for a week.
Jared: It's because they made us run.
Me: You know what the say... Pain is just weakness leaving the body.
the boy looks at me with a smug grin on his face and says... oh yeah, well sweat is just fat crying.
To this I could only laugh until I cried. I love teenage boys. And I can assure you that in New Orleans, any and all fat was weeping uncontrollably.