I have to defend Nate on the whole "deceptively heavy" comment that I mentioned in my last blog. You see, it's true I am deceptively heavy and I'm ok with it. Nate sometimes tries to heroically lift me into his arms and carry me to a rose petal covered bed, only to slip a disk.
There has been more than one occasion that I was out dancing (pre-marriage) and some hot shot guy tried to flip me but had to use every ounce of strength to not drop me on my head. One guy did drop me. After that I wore a sign around my neck with my weight on it so when some Don Juan came to ask me to dance, he would know if I fit into his weight limit.
I'd like to close by saying that I would much rather be deceptively heavy than deceptively light. Think about that by dear blogging BFFs.
PS: After reading all your comments I decided to move back to my old toilet stall at work. If I'm going to sit in urine (or splash back) I might as well sit where there's more room and better air flow. I love you guys!