Ann ran a half marathon today. At mile six Michelle and I were waiting for her to pass so that I could get pictures (shocking). Michelle’s phone rang and it was Ann’s fiance, who happened to be on the other side of the street, partially blocked by the passing racers. He was carrying around his half gallon jug of chocolate milk…breakfast of champions and all.

Michelle: Wave when you see Ann so that Mom has time to get a picture as she passes.

Fiance (waving his chocolate milk): I’m going to toss the chocolate milk on her.

Michelle: She will punch you in the face.

Fiance: I know what Ann likes.

Appparently, she likes chocolate milk thrown at her.

*derp

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