So I went to yoga tonight. My kids were gone, and I was bored. As I walked in, I hadn't signed up for tonight, and I told her I'm not on the list.
She goes, "You always sign up ahead of time. No biggie, I'll get you."
"Yeah, I was watching Housewives and eating chips and I decided yoga would be a better use of my time."
She agreed, then went back to her conversation about their Vegan Thanksgiving. Oh vey. One of these things just doesn't belong here. I'm definitely an anomaly!
I am treating myself to a real yoga mat. Because I have this embarrassingly cheap one that squeaks and looks like something you'd pay $6 for -- which I did, incidentally. But I wanted to make sure I'd stick with going OUT for yoga before I invested.
So that's what I'm getting for Christmas, a new Yoga Mat! And maybe a muzzle.