Today’s cross training was brought to you by the hot cop who was right behind me in Yoga class. I’ve been separated for a year and a half, and I’m not looking. At all.
It’s amazing, however, how having a male in my class makes me do the Yoga poses so very very perfectly. There was no wiggling during Tree Pose. I did the Pigeon with expertise. Downward dog? None better.
I have suddenly become aware that the world is filled with people that are of the male persuasion. I live in a very small town, and again…I’m not available…but suddenly, there they are…and they’re everywhere. However, the hot cop in the class suddenly made me not just notice, but actually sit up and take notice.
Perhaps my addled brain is due to the all day boy fest we had yesterday. Four boys, Pizza, swimming, Journey to the Center of the Earth (in 3D, with glasses!), Tae Kwon Do & Cub Scouts. When I finally put the boys into bed, I gave them the 3B lecture.
“Don’t come and get me unless you are bleeding, barfing, or have a broken bone.” Susan reminded me today that *house on fire* should be in that category. Gymnotes #1 came in with blood on his foot, but they were giggling, so I assume it was a manufactured injury.
I watched Generation Kill, and How to Look Good Naked. Finally fell asleep, blissfully at 11:30 or so. Just needed some down time. Am going out of town for a quick LA trip, this being my last weekend before work on August 5th. As I’m typing this, they are yelling for me to play Monopoly.
Hot Yoga. Cures what ails you.