a very magical if not confusing day . . .

no walking yesterday due to it being YOGA day!!!!  YAY!!!  Well sort of . . .    Our regular yoga instructor takes a hiatus every summer and we are desperately waiting until August 23rd for classes to resume.  D.E.S.P.E.R.A.T.E.L.Y.   Sob.  Whine.  Moan. Yes, those very same classes full of the occasional green mist.  How I miss them.

In the meantime, we found a FREE class sponsored by a nearby town.  Every Friday from 10:30 to noon.  Blessed relief for those suffering from yogi withdrawal.  Sort of.

And for various and sundry reasons like trips to Moffitt and chest caterpillars, we missed the last two classes, so imagine our excitement when we actually made it to class today.  YAY!  Sort of.

Being a city sponsored class and a free one at that, beggars can't be choosers but it did make for a rather interesting hour.   Their auditorium is divided by an air wall.  Normally, there is nothing going on in the other half and we can happily OM ourselves into oblivion.  Today however, the other half was ripe with the booming voice of a verbose insurance salesman touting his wares.  YIKES.  And the city boom box, from which emanates our soothing dose of ambient music, was locked in their side.  Add to that our instructor being laden down with her sick grand toddler and perfectly perfect granddaughter and you start to get the picture. At some point, a city employee wandered in and put the instructors CD on the main sound system at full volume.  Now we could not only not hear Holly but it almost drowned out Willy Loman.  The upshot being, while the rest of the class was sitting in position for closing prayer, Joanie and I were still flat on our backs in the rear of the room enjoying relaxation time.  Yes, we were.  ACK!! 

But lunch with the girls followed and who cares if you didn't reach yoga induced nirvana when you have an overly large bottle of Ativan stashed in your medicine chest.  I mean really!?!?!?

And being Friday, we stuffed the still swollen, slipper clad 9TS into the gray goose and headed to Carrabba's where THE most exciting thing happened.  We officially have our own booth, thanks to manager Kim!!!

So technically, we share it with another couple of regulars . . .   not at the same time mind you  . . . but still and all, there was our name plastered on the booth wall! 
Giddiness all around.  And to further celebrate, my Jen

 brought me two homemade chocolate/chocolate chip muffins in for dessert.

Does this place ROCK or what.  MMEL, the devil you say, I inhaled both muffins at lightening speed.  Slurp.  

The 9TS promptly snored his way through his nightly shows while I buried my brain amongst the jpegs and pngs on my EHD.  It was a very good day!