Yesterday, I tell the love of my life: "Hey Sweetie! Guess what? I just biked for 20 minutes and then ran for 40. Isn't that great?"

"I can tell," says ballistabob. "Now hit the shower, O delicate little flower. I can smell you from here."

Hmmmm... Hot shower. And soap, of course. Soooo much better.

He even cooked me dinner.

I think I'll keep him.

Belfebe out.