Sean participated in the Pendleton Mud Run again this year. He finishing time was pretty much exact to last year...although his number bib thing came off in the last mud pit so it was not official entry...which he was less than thrilled about (especially since he would have placed 6th in his age group).
So after I pestered him for post mud run documentation photos he showered and changed while I updated his mom via text message...the conversation went like this...
Nora: "I'm waiting for him to change and enjoying the physique parade...but if you tell him I said that I'll deny it. :)"
Ellie: "Tell him what...wink, wink"
Nora: "Seriously I think you need to fly out for this next year...it's quite something"
Ellie: "I would love to"
About this time Sean walks out to me and asks what his mom and I are talking about. I cannot wipe the sheepish grin off my face that lets him know I am up to no good. It's like he administers truth serum every night when I'm sleeping making it virtually impossible to ever hide anything from him.
Therefore I cannot help but fess up to the "physique parade" comment...and I have only been teased about it 104 times in the last 35 hours.
So if you ever hear Sean referring to the "physique parade" you know the story...however he has embellished it saying I was slack-jawed and moon-eyed taking in the sight of his fellow competitors. He has even offered me tips on how to discreetly check someone out.
I'm off to bed now...surely my dose of truth serum is waiting somewhere.
