Boy, I had every intention of getting my azz to my cycling class this morning but I guess that wasn't going to happen. So instead I'm sitting here eating the leftover chocolate rum balls my mom made for xmas. It's much more satisfying. Oh, and remember those long-johns H bought me for xmas? They were returned and I picked up something much sexier. I need to be able to tell him when we are making a mis-step. H is doing his part now I need to do mine. He was glad I returned them. He liked what I picked out much better. Men....