While I was driving I scratched my right arm with my left hand and felt a small budge in the bicep region. But alas, when I scratched my left arm with my right hand, nothing. I want this muscle to have friends. If my rolls are getting friends, why can't my muscles have friends?
(Okay, nobody really answer that question because I KNOW the answer. But. . . butt. . .)
Somebody asked me yesterday if I was older than my husband. This is the same husband that I said to the other day while we were walking, "You cannot wear those sweat pants anymore. They are old man pants."
Ric looked at me cluelessly.
"Old fart pants," I said.
Ric replied, "Yesterday while I was walking, I heard honking and turned around and there were 3 old men in a car waving at me. They thought they knew me."
"That's what I'm talkin about," I said.
So, this is the man that I look older than. . . .