Well, I never!

[nomirena]

So, Passover ended last night, at long last. 8 days of no leavening, among many other delicious things I love to eat. So, in order to get through the last couple of hours last night before I set out for Baskin Robbins for some mint chocolate chip ice cream with hot fudge, I resolved to go to yoga.

FIRST, my teacher went 15 minutes over. I mean,

Comments

[lee_cheri]

I love how you are unleashing the wrath of Naomi over Dee b/c of ice cream. That's awesome.

But SERIOUSLY - she always went over when I took her classes, especially in the last class of the night - I used to get so pissed (I"M GONNA MISS THE OFFICE, HURRY IT UP, BEYOTCH - OMMMMMMMMMMMMM).

You should tell her, though...doesn't she love feedback?
"Um, Dee, my third chakra is really in need of some ice cream right now, so stop your yapping!"

[nomirena]

HAHAH! I would tell her that, and I should. She did apologize for going over last night. I was sitting there in the dark, with my eyes open, all fidgety, like I was 5 yrs old.

[verbavolant]

dude. when did I write this? how did you transport my thoughts into yr lj?

[nomirena]

I assume you mean about the yoga captivity and not the ice cream, right?

[verbavolant]

both. I could've written this entry myself. and i am obsessed with ice cream.

[nomirena]

I love ice cream too. I want some right now. There's something so heavenly about the hot fudge combined with the cold ice cream. It's perfect the way it kind of slinks down the sides and cools and coagulates but still remains warm and gooey.

I should go get ice cream for lunch.