I bought myself some bright pink shorts a couple of weeks ago because I thought they would help with my motivation with training for a marathon that I got tricked into doing. My daughter was embarrassed to be seen with me wearing these flashy little works of art. No matter, they indeed did the job. I completed this very grueling marathon this past Saturday and blew the doors off of a very old woman nearly twice my age in the final stretch. I looked sexy doing it too.
My hair is brown! I like long walks on the beach on warm summer evenings, with the company of good friends and family. Actually, they have to carry me on their shoulders for the entire stroll, as I don't care to get sand in my shoes, and those little sand tics, ew, those things are disgusting. Anyhow, skiing is good too, same rules apply as above except that it's snow. I don't really care for snow in my boots or for the contemptuous little snow lice. Very little is known about these insolent little devils, and they are extremely difficult to remove. They require one to carry an emergency kit containing the essentials of a ball pin hammer, lighter fluid and turmeric powder with you at all times.