Thirty Minutes Ago...
I told myself I would do yoga.
Tuesdays, Rye breaks his usual form and bowls with his bowling league from work. How Fred Flintstone of him, eh? Anyway, earlier, when I realized I had this unexpected chunk of time, I tried to fill it, but then those plans fell through or didn't seem to want to coalescence and now... now, it is super me time... on top of all that me-time I already get.
I thought I would do dishes, however, as I unloaded the dishes from the rack, the dishes Ryan did (... this apt doesn't have a dishwasher... I thought that would end our relationship, but so far, so good... *knock on wood* What we have discovered is that Ryan cannot clean anything to my qualifications although, bless his heart, he tries. In order for him to succeed, I have to turn a blind eye, but it ain't my fault mini-Martha and mini-Barbara live in my head shrieking all the time!) and realized... I didn't want to do it because it was going to ruin my good mood.
My good mood is, in large part, due to Lux remembering, hey... I LIKE Mommy! We had a petting lovefest. I took him in the bedroom, got on the bed with him and petted him and then left and sat in front of the computer again. Maybe ten minutes later, he peeked around the door at me and I called him and he ran to me -- surprise of surprises. Oh, we have a lovefest. He reminded me he didn't like to have his tummy petted by gently kicking my hand away with his back paw. I told him to stop scrunching up and own his size because he is not a little kitty, he's a BIG kitty and BIG didn't mean bad, it just meant BIG and he had to claim it! I told him I knew this from experience.
... did that sound too crazy cat person?...
But now, the house is warm enough and I have moved the furniture around and Aaron Star's Nude Yoga - Virgin -- is waiting for me to enter the space, shuck off my clothes, and join the rest of everyone... but I was thirsty... and starting to cough a bit from the dryness. Now, in the span it took me to write this, I realize I am hungry. While Rye wants me to make myself some chicken... which ain't gonna happen because I am feeling very princess-y (I know... when am I not?) and don't really want meat. (Two things probably helped this... 1 was this picture and 2 was the chimichongas we obliterated for lunch...) So it will be chunky unsalted pb and strawberry jam to my heart's content and then some TV... on my butt. But I am convinced I am going to do me some yoga, y'all!
Don't be surprised if I write around midnight talking about how I did me some yoga!
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