NOTE TO SELF. . .

I was getting my groove on, jogging on the treadmill to my favorite song, when I noticed sparks flying. Then, my thighs started to tingle. Pretty soon they were burning. What in the world?! Then, tiny flames starting dancing from inner thigh to inner thigh. My legs, which were scantily clad in teeny tiny shorts that I so should not be wearing yet, were rubbing together so hard and fast that I had started a fire! It's too bad that I didn't have a marshmallow or hot dog to roast. Yum. But, my lesson was learned, and I shall here on out stick to wearing my running PANTS. ; ) Yay for exercise!