Friday, July 1, 2011

Trading barbs

A few years ago I started a workout running slower than Sev wanted. He told me, “Now, that you are older, you might want to warm up a little more.” My reply, I believe, was “bite me.”
When I returned to running after Quin was born, Sev not so gently pointed out that he wasn't sure my butt would ever be small again. I believe I invented a few curse words after that one. I mentioned it to Jon and his response was, “Brave man . . . and you look lovely dear.” I actually appreciate Sev’s honesty in a way, though I may not want to always hear it.
Sev seems to know when to coddle me and when to needle me.

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