Move Away from the Buffet...

I was blow drying my hair the other morning. I was bent to the right, drying the right side of my hair. (like I was doing a side stretch - just want you to get the entire picture.) I was fully clothed, except for a t-shirt. (I put that on very last due to having to many last minute spills on my shirts. Again, I want you to get the full picutre.) Jack came in the room to talk to me. He looked at my right side and then he looked up at me and said, "Mommy, why do you have gills?"

Needless to say, I don't have gills. I did start to work out again.