my mum wants me to buy dumbbells.

Yes. It is true. My mum. Mother. Moms. My mom wants me to buy dumbbells. She wants me to beef up a bit. Or to use language of years past, to get huge.

Is this worse than the night, when in a burst of what I suspect was slight frustration, she ventured to ask if I were gay? (I pretended to be outraged.) No, it's not worse. Not better. Not worse. Actually, thinking about all the little nags just makes me smile. It's rather cute. That's just my moms. As I get older, I just have more respect and love for my parents. Sometimes I feel a little guilty about not being able to fulfill all their hopes, but that's my own deal. I know they accept me regardless. And hopefully one day, I will surprise them. But I suppose, I'm doing just fine for now.

Which brings me to the lesson of the day: nothing wrong with a little improvement. Where's the nearest sports supply store?