Well friends, first item on the list is crossed off! Last night Brandon and I went to my yoga class. Brandon was a noob with this whole yoga thing, so I willed myself to not make fun of him and his hairy-ness. He used my orange mat (I pouted) while I used my old pink one. For the entire 60 minutes, he gave it his all – I did not, for last night’s class was all about upper arm strength and Breezy is bereft of the biceps.
A little Q&A with the hubster:
Me: So honey, did you like yoga?
Brandon: Surprisingly, yeah. It really wasn’t that bad.
Me: Will you ever go again?
Brandon: Sure. Line up a babysitter and we can go every Wednesday night if you want. I guess…well, I guess I just wish the class wasn’t so long. Like maybe only 15 minutes instead of 60?
Me: Did you feel insecure like maybe that everyone was staring at you the way I was staring at you? And like crying because they were trying so hard not to laugh or poke at you?
Brandon: Nah. At first I was nervous people were going to look at me, but then I realized they’d probably be looking behind me at the giant dude in the belly shirt that wasn’t supposed to be a belly shirt that was even worse than me. If that’s possible.
Me: When your shorts slid up and your freaky-white man thighs were showing, did you feel like a pansy?
Me: LOVE YOU!
Brandon: And what was with the whole “May the peace of India be upon you?” And the “Namaste” thing? And now we bow to each other? A little weird.
Me: Whatever. My soul, is, like, connected to everyone else’s in that room. It’s SPIRITCHAL. Didn’t you love our adorable yoga teacher?
Brandon: I know, right? She’s so teensy! I kinda wanna put her in my pocket and take her home with me!
Me: And do what, exactly?
Brandon: Er. Um.
Me: Maybe you should leave Polly Pocket at the gym, okay? Girlfriend’s getting territorial.
Brandon: Love you! Let’s make love!
Me: You wish! Namaste!
On to the next great adventure...