Peel Me a Grape

I suppose I have crud to write about, but this can go into the 'stuff & nonsense' category.

David has been goading me about trying to get me to go to nekkid yoga.  It's not that I truly have any qualms about it, but it is not that high on my bucket list.

If you're truly in your practice, the joke is, you don't notice anyone else in the room.  It's all I can do to get into balancing half-moon. I can't be worried how well the person next to me is doing, or how they're looking in their yoga pants - or you know, what their junk is looking like.

David thought we could 'ease' into the class by being modest and wearing grape leaves.  His actually has an extension, as his has a bunch of dangling grapes attached.  Mazel Tov to him.

So, yesterday, I went to get the mail and in the mailbox, lo and behold, was my grape leaf.  I'd say "singular", but there were actually two.  Boy's sized - medium.

Please.

Of course he's joking about us going to nekkid yoga (I think).  Ditto with the grape leaves (I think). I'm not really considering doing it at this point - bucket list or not, but it doesn't scare me at all.  It has got to be better than belly dancing.

Oh, the mailbox also contained a few treats for Petey and some green poop bags for him too, since David doesn't think our purple ones were manly enough. But I'm guessing right now, none of you are caring about the dog treats.

Just a hunch.


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