Belly up
OK, so I'm not exactly the 142-pounder I was when I boxed in college. But sheesh. My belly, which I am sure has been swelled at least a little by the endless flow of Angkor beer, has been an object of much amusement among the local population.
The other day when Jeff and I were at a mall, a teenaged girl rather boldly walked up and rubbed the belly, then ran off to her friend with peals of laughter.
And then today, the waiters at a restaurant gave me a nickname "Big Fat." This time, it was Jeff who was falling down laughing.
-- Greg
Hey there Big Fat!! It looks like you have a new nickname;o) You guys are doing an amazing job on the Blog. Keep up the good work and be safe. We miss ya back at the P-T!
Hey Champ....maybe time to move up into the heavyweight division? Knowing you, I'm sure you are laughing just as much as that little girl...Lord knows, any laughter must be good medicine! Great blogs there from both you and Jeff...will keep checking back to see how things are going with Davik's journey. Keep up the good work and be careful!
Colleen