Something I'm not... really I'm not

My hairy legs are driving me batty. I swear it is growing faster. Time to try waxing again in spite of known, extreme pain factor?

So, now that bluechromis is back, I'll go ahead and post the post I've known all along she'd find amusing. You listenin', girl? Well, I realized last week that I have a very funny hangup about being called an athlete--I just won't stand for that. Oh, I might work out several times a week and love it, I might be quite comfy saying I'm strong, or do martial arts, or that my cardio system seems happy lately. But ( don't call me an athlete unless you want to watch me scramble to deny it. )

So... trade? I won't ever call you smart again if you never say I'm an athlete?