When I Get Older

This is one of Molly's classic looks.

We've been friends forever - pals, roommates, and running partners at various times since I was fourteen.

For some reason at some point, I started calling her "Ballsac." It started with Bolly, rhyming with Molly, and then morphed to Ballsac. And here we are in our mid-thirties and I just call her that.