Conversation with Mr. Ashley prior to going boating:
Ashley: I want to get a pretty tan, but I guess I'm getting too old for that, so I put on spf 60 instead.
Mr. Ashley: Yeah, we both need to start working out.
Mr. Ashley: We need to start working out, you know, together, as a family. It would be nice to get in shape.
Ashley: Were you listening to me?
Mr. Ashley: Yes! That's why I'm saying, we need to work out and get in shape so you feel more comfortable--
(he gets flustered at this point, realizing that the conversation is terribly off track but unsure as to why or how)
Ashley: Uh, you were not listening! I was talking about pre-mature aging and you are talking about me getting fat!
Mr. Ashley: Wh-what? No! You aren't! I was...I thought--I was talking about me...about how I was thinking...
Ashley: Mmmm hmmmm.
(death laser eyes)
So, pretty safe to say that Mr. Ashley thinks I'm getting fat. My favorite jeans seem to agree with him. I did just recently find out that my local parks program offers childcare for $3 per drop-off and that does seem appealing--I may become a work out addict at those kinds of prices.