"Mommy, do you have a hair ball?"
I wish. I was SO excited to complete my first ever Run Streak after Thanksgiving. But I can't even walk up the stairs without getting winded. Dang. Why are things infectious?
Side note: a family member (who may or may not have been drinking stiff Gin and Tonics) invented a word.
You know, I had a lot of dates in college that could be described that way.