I'm not really armed.
I mean I have arms ... and legs ... and some wee part of my brain still functioning, at least functioning enough to know I have been AWOL.
I had a crazy experience at yoga
(and by 'at yoga' I mean doing a yoga DVD is my bedroom).
I did a kind of buttock stretch and started crying .. and I cried and I cried - it was .. well, I don't know what it was. Something must have come unstuck, something that has left me a little wombly.
(I know this is not really a word, but I think you will know what I mean - kind of like wobbly but with an extra does of ... something).
I tell hubs about this and ask him what he thinks this means and he says "google it".
"Google yoga made me whombly?"
"Yeah."
I tell myself I've released something pinned up in my kidney, spine or liver - are any of these things back there? I imagine all the cells in my body dancing and releasing toxins.
Then I get into hub's truck yesterday because I forgot to renew my car registration again and have to drive his truck until I can get to the DMV or MVC or whatever we call it now and he has a huge, like 6 feet tall antenna on the roof and a huge, CB radio bolted to the floor.
(where did this come from? he claims he bought it last summer. did I live here last summer? how do I not know about this?)
It's like I am living in an alternate universe.
I think the wombly may have shifted me into a different timeline; one where I am married to BJ. I keep looking for the monkey.
(and if you are under 40, you will probably not know what the hell I am talking about here, consider yourself lucky)
Hopefully this dry spell will end soon and I will sputter out my usual nonsense, in the meantime I hope everyone enjoys their holiday tomorrow! xo all