What a fabulous Sunday! Spent the morning watching Manhattan and eating French toast, and generally just lazing about. Spoke with my Mummy a little, decided when I was going to leave to move there.. The official non-official date is January 15th, so beware the 16th marks the beginning of 2 weeks minimun pining and weeping.
We went out this afternoon solely to pick up groceries for dinner, and to go cheese shopping. I figured I would be at least 45 with a drinking problem before I started shopping specifically for cheese. Low and behold I'm 20, with a non-cheesey mild addiction to white chocolate martinis. Which do not, may I add, go particularily well with cranberry stilton. Surprisingly.
Mr. Almost Poshlust, our very lovely downstairs neighbor Amanda and I just returned from yoga, I made Mr. A. Poshlust promise a week ago that he would go with me, and Amanda decided to come as well, which was great. It was a great class, very different than previous. Our instructor is ex-militia (is there some kind of rule? They have to become babaji gurus or closet alcoholics?) and was.. militant. In a funny way. Plus.. not so posh.. he fart in the middle of the class. Which in a northside kinda way.. really made me warm up to him. I could tell Mr. Almost Poshlust didn't think it was too much of a workout; until we got to rolling plow pose. Take that floor hockey, you've lost another man to Yoga! Ah hah!
I've got to help make dinner, I'm starving. I hope everyone had a lovely Sunday, I have Monday off, so hopefully I'll see you all soon. Ciao!
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