Geez, I'd be angry at my doctor for saying that. If you _had_ the frame of a 6'2" man, you _wouldn't_ be 5'1". Whatever. Maybe he just meant you had strong bones, not little bird bones.

I was thinking that, too, the poor lady is probably wondering what Ironman is...

I asked a co-worker once if she was pregnant. She was barely big- she just had that look. She replied "no," but then announced not two weeks later that she was, and hadn't known at the time I asked!

When my daughter was a baby, I used to carry her in this snuggly, _inside_ my sweatshirt. People would always ask when my baby was due, and I'd say "She's already here!" and lift up my sweatshirt.

The first organized bike ride I did, 37 miles of the Horrible Hundred, a year ago last October, we rode past like a frat row or something near the end. Some guys were out on the balcony, and one started yelling "Look at the fatty on the bike!" I'm like, "Hey, at least I'm _on_ the bike..."

Nanci