I guess it's up to me to cure this dry spell of blog posts. Mostly because it is only EB and I who read this, and we've been spending lots of time together. That and the ten minute walk to the library for internet access.
Speaking of spending time together, EB and I have taken up... yoga! Like a thousand years behind the trend, but we're rocking downward dogs and slightly impossible triangle poses... together!
We move this cute table EB made beside the couch, and then we pop in the yoga DVD, and decide which program to do: Power Yoga? Yoga Burn? We haven't even tried the segment titled Yoga for Athletes yet. We roll out the mats and listen/watch Rodney Yee bend in the most stupendous of ways. Sometimes EB takes his shirt off (it's sexy).
What I love about it is that we do it together, with complete maturity.
So mature, in fact, that when I accidentally farted during boat pose, EB didn't even flinch. Not even a snicker! I, too embarrassed to admit to the shameful sound, pretended it didn't happen.
But, like, we're not that mature. EB popped out of the shower this morning barely holding himself together because he apparently remembered the event. I won't tell you what the memory trigger was. We had a hysterical giggle fest about the whole thing, and all ended well.
See you tonight, Rodney.
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