After suffering something like an asthma attack on the way up the hill, and then almost taking the trip down on my face (that thing was dragging me the whole way), I sent Jeffrey a text message, hoping for a little compassion. Did I get that?
A: I had to push that huge stroller to the park. I thought I was dying on the hill.
J: Haha, exercise is good for you! Sorry I forgot the trash, I'll text you when I get home so you can throw it at me.
A: I would love to throw it at you.
J: I figured you would say that.
Compassion fail. Apparently, I'm looking a little pudgy and in need of some exercise. Maybe that's not exactly what he said, but I'm awesome at reading between the lines.
Onto the pictures!
And finally, the stroller that almost killed me: