Went to my Pilates class today. It was a private session, and so only one person was there to witness my humiliation. Actually she held my hand while she was putting me through it. Well, my hand, my foot, my thigh,.. You get the picture.
Is it me or do they tell everyone they’re doing great? I think it’s like when you go to the dentist and they tell you that you’re doing a great job with your at home care. They must figure positive reinforcement will keep you coming back. Or just shame you into flossing more often.
So, I stopped at a bike store to pick up a bicycle for The Boy. Since he’ll be living on campus, we decided he wouldn’t need a car. He, being my child, decided he wanted the trendiest bike going, so he got a “fixie.” Have you seen these things? They’re fixed gear. Every part is bolted on. And there are no brakes. It’s all the rage around here. The college kids love them. I’m sure I’ll be getting a phone call from the emergency room in no time.
When I made it home this evening, Boy pulled the bike out of the car and went out for a ride. Dog and I sat down and ate half a bag of Doritos. I caught up with phone calls and emails, and I’m already looking longingly at my bed, which just happens to be my absolute favorite place in the WORLD.
Lily and I have been spending a lot of time together. Her daughter’s just off to college, so when she gets bored or lonely, she’ll wander over here. She visits with Boy, while Dogs looks up at her adoringly from her feet. I gave her a French manicure, while “Forgetting Sarah Marshall” was playing on the television the other night. Then, I fed her and Boy, crawled in my big corner chair, and promptly fell asleep.
We’ll sometimes skip the middle step, and she’ll come upstairs and crawl into bed with me. While she watches movies, I sleep. I’m not sure why all I want to do is sleep, but at least she’s tolerant. Actually, it’s pretty darn cool of her. She even makes sure to pull up the covers over me before she leaves. It’s great to have girlfriends. You really can just be yourself, and in my case, that’s comatose.
You just can’t do that with guy friends. Well, you can, but they don’t seem to want to stay just friends for very long, and my actual boyfriends never seemed to believe me when I told them, “It’s not what you think.” So there’d be a big fight about trust and all that, and it would always turn out that my boyfriend was right. Guys really do only want one thing.
So now I keep my guy friends in the living room.
And I remind myself not to be so naïve.
And I always, always try to remember to floss.