From the Facebook Archives—A classic conversation between me and my oldest—I think he was about 15 years old at the time. His wit will never stop making me laugh.
Me: “Give me your girlfriends number, I want to text her.”
Tyler: “No. I don’t want you texting my girlfriend. I don’t text your imaginary boyfriend.”
…he’s lucky my “imaginary” arm pains were shooting down to the tips of my fingers when he said this:
My bf told me today that I needed to become more active. I was like,
Dude has no idea how hard it is to balance a laptop on my thighs (here’s a visual), while sprawled out on the couch trying to create captivating pieces that engage audiences…..
TOPIC: “Tooth Decay in the Elderly Population: How Bad Can it Really Be?”
The activity comes as I rearrange pillows for proper neck support (working the abs better than Billy Banks and ol’ school Tae Bo).
So I told him, “Sure thing. I’ll get out and get a little more active as soon as my leg cramps ease up.”
Seriously, I need to start stretching.