Pilates my friend. Pilates on the Reformer maschine.
Every.muscle.in.my.body, I feel them. Not unlike menstrual cramps, the ones in my belly. I'm informed that I'll be a lean, mean girly-maschine when I get to the advanced classes.
Hot Damn.
Anyways, it was Othello's idea for us to join this class at our gym (yes, the same gym for which we had to sign a waiver that we were legally married and responsible for eachother's financial issues).
We're going to see Gnarls Barkley (ala Crazy) in Golden Gate Park this weekend. Plus I'm meeting the folks. Yes, his folks. Othello told me that it's not a big deal, me meeting his parental units. But I beg to differ....
Peace.
Dot.
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