A friendly jogging friend stopped by yesterday morning. How did she know I needed a hug? She came in to warm up and chat with the cherubs for a bit. She was introduced to Sniffers the hamster and then told her tale about having 3 hamsters when she was growing up. After she jogged home I got an ear full from Joshua. You will never guess what he wants for Christmas.
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...jogging shoes? a corned beef? a ficus tree? a trebuchet?
You know your boys are growing up when they want jogging women for Christmas.
They answer is no. Absolutely no pregnant hamsters for Christmas!
Ooh...a corned beef. Are we giving those away this year? I'll take one.
I think you should just give the boy a dog and get it over with. It's really only a matter of time.
And maybe, if you get one big enough, you won't have to worry about the other two pets...
Oh, naw-tay.
And I want Swampy to get my name for Christmas. Always wanted a jogging ficus.
(That sounds like a contagious disease, huh? "Doctor, I think I've contracted a serious case of jogging ficus. Can you treat that?")
Is jogging ficus when your thighs chafe from a long run?
(Not that I've been on a long run in 15 years...)
Joggingficus n. (jah-ging-fi-cus)
The minute amount your body parts are forced to sag lower and lower with each running step.
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