Yeah... it gets worse.... I mentioned the funny, happy, amorous drunk lady to W while texting. She said she was sorry she never compliments me then went quiet. I thought I blew it, so I of course I panicked and mentioned flirty waitress and make a joke of it being angling for tips... oh, boy.
Have to love the jealousy while she texts OM a dozen times a day. But... we are on for our dinner and bookstore visit. Just tomorrow instead of tonight because we're both very tired.
I shall endeavor to behave myself more, to avoid a bruising 2x4 tuneup.
On that note, I better move up to the front of the class when we do yoga. I don't want to be *that* guy in the back of the yoga class. Those tights the young ladies wear should be illegal, I'm telling you. They're so revealing, all they really do is change the color! Eyes on the floor, MH, eyes on the floor...
Eyes on the floor, MH, eyes on the floor... 
