Big ol' FART
My son came to visit last week, and I had a FART in his presence.
We went to Kill Devil Hills NC to the Wright Brothers Memorial. I'd been there before but he had not, and it was imperative we go looking for cleavage. It was a target-rich environment, BTW.
During my previous trip, I climbed the hill to the monument. It's at least 300' up, and the grade is quite stiff at the top. I was near my heaviest at the time, and I remember huffing, puffing, and my legs cramped up quite solidly, but my old dog and I got to the top.
I had to do it again on this trip. My legs grumped a bit, but not like last time, and I nary broke an exertion related sweat. I was so pleased with myself, I contributed liberally to the wind at the top of the hill...