Mint-flavored Waxed Tape on My Bedside Table

Went to my first Pilates class today. It was a private session, and so only one person was there to witness my humiliation. Actually she held my hand while she was putting me through it. Well, my hand, my foot, my thigh,.. You get the picture.

Is it me or do they just tell everyone they’re doing great? I think it’s like when you go to the dentist and they tell you that you’re doing a great job with your at home care. They must figure positive reinforcement will keep you coming back. Or maybe they're saying it to shame you into flossing more often.


So, I stopped at a bike store a couple of doors down from the Pilates studio to pick up a bicycle for The Boy. Since he’ll be living on campus, we decided he wouldn’t need a car. He, being my child, decided he wanted the trendiest bike going, so he got a “fixie.” Have you seen these things? They’re fixed gear. Every part is bolted on. And there are no brakes. It’s all the rage around here. The college kids love them. I’m sure I’ll be getting a phone call from the emergency room in no time.

When I made it home this evening, Boy pulled the bike out of the car and went out for a ride. Dog and I sat down and ate half a bag of Doritos. I caught up with phone calls and emails, and I’m already looking longingly at my bed, which just happens to be my absolute favorite place in the WORLD.


Lily and I have been spending a lot of time together. Her daughter’s just off to college, so when she gets bored or lonely and I'm home, she’ll wander over here. She visits with Boy, while Dog gazes up at her adoringly from her feet. The other night, I gave her a French manicure, while “Forgetting Sarah Marshall” was playing on the television. Then, I fed her and Boy, sank into my big corner chair, and promptly fell asleep.

We’ll sometimes skip the middle step, and Lily will just come upstairs and crawl into bed with me. While she watches movies, I sleep. I’m not sure why all I want to do is sleep, but at least she’s tolerant. Actually, it’s pretty darn cool of her. She even makes sure to pull up the covers over me before she leaves. It’s great to have girlfriends. You really can just be yourself, and in my case lately, that’s comatose.

You just can’t do that with guy friends. Well, you can, but they don’t seem to want to stay just friends for very long, and my actual boyfriends never seemed to believe me when I told them, “It’s not what you think.”

So that’d turn into a big fight about their "total lack of trust in me" and how I can be so "completely naive sometimes" and all that, and in the end it would always turn out that the boyfriend was right: Guys really do only want one thing.

So now I keep my guy friends in the living room and my boyfriend in the bedroom. When my girlfriends aren't there with me, of course!

And I always, always try to remember to floss.