There I am. I look really happy, huh?!? (and, obviously, I think I look really pretty)...but it's just a fucking picture folks. Pictures can be deceiving.
I am tired
I am emo
...and feel like I'm going to give birth to my uterus - not that I know what that feels like or anything - but I imagine it would feel something like I do now. Oy. But no need to worry...I've got my hot water bottle and dark chocolate on hand. I've also exercised...TWICE muthafuckas....I did...
Pilates...and I got low, got low...(like Lil Jon)
...and then some Hot Yoga.
I sweat my itty bitty titties off and it felt phenomenal...that was naughty. Isn't titties dirtier than boobies? It is, but I like both. Both are a lot of fun to say. <wink wink>
So <pause>...I feel better, I am managing, but I am fragile and THAT'S OKAY. I'm cool with it. There's no use fighting it. I gotta work with what I got and make the best of it...ya feel me?
The take away here is if and when you feel like h-e-double-hockey sticks (also fun to say) or you want to eyeball murder everyone around you, remember that...
YOU CAN ONLY WORK WITH WHAT YOU'VE GOT. Take it.
...or perhaps, put more eloquently, listen to my boo Eckhart.
Yeeeeaaaaaah, Buddy. That's a grain of truth right there.
Before I say peace, you have to know that I (finally) obliged and got ramen with HBunny over the weekend. Yes, ramen...HOT ramen in this cool 90 degree weather.
For those unfamiliar with the likes and dislikes of HB, know that he is obsessed with ramen, and, if it were up to him, would eat it every. single. day.
We went to Ivan Ramen in the East Village. It was fabulous. (bytheway, Ivan is a white, Jewish dude. Amazingness).
There I am! Chopsticks were up. I was ready to plunge into some noodles in a salt bath.
And now here is HB...polishing off what remained of my shoyu ramen.
FINALLY! <sigh> HE LOOKED UP!
Oh my sweet little husband....I love him so.
...and I love you, too. I'm out. Time to teach like an oss boss.
Muchoes Besos Pequenos