Hot Momma

This morning on my run I got whistled at. I know, I should feel flattered, right?? Who doesn't like a little self-esteem boost, especially while running up a steep hill at the end of a long run? My problem is this: I got whistled at by a pair of young teen-age skater boys...yep the ones with long, shaggy hair who wear their boxers hanging out of their half-way pulled up pants. You know the ones I'm talking about. Luckily I came home to a well-grounded toddler who let me know that I was sweaty and stinky!