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.