1. I went to kickboxing last night. First time back in over a week.
Felt good. Felt real good.
I had the cracked out instructor again.
You know, the one that screams, "UP HIGH!!! UP HIGH!!! DOWN LOW!!! DOWN LOW!!!" as if her life depended on it. It's a possibility she snorts a little somethin' somethin' right before class.
You know what else I noticed about her? She has a non-existent butt.
And I find that odd.
You'd think someone who did Turbo Kickboxing several times a week would have a rock hard behind instead of two little flaps.
2. I've been wearing my retainer for the past two nights.
My bright red, sparkly retainer.
After this last visit to the dentist, it got me thinking.
It would be a crying shame to have worn braces for so many years just to have my teeth shift again.
He hasn't said so, but I think my retainer wearing is a major turn-on for The Dizzle.
3. Speaking of The Dizzle.
I dropped him off at the airport this morning.
He's off to see his dad in Las Vegas again.
They're driving to UCLA tomorrow to get a second opinion on what's been going on with his dad's knee.
I really hope it turns out well.
No offense to the LV doctors, but they don't seem to know shiz there.
4. I'm not going to lie to you.
But remember how I was all gung-ho about not drinking for 30 days?
Well technically today would mark 23 days of no drinking.
And, let's see...I'm pretty sure I've had dranks on 6 out of those 23 days.
But you know what?
Compared to the alchy level that I was, I'm not that disappointed in myself.
17 out of 23 days without alcohol?
YOU try that and tell me how easy it is!
Hope you all have lovely Tuesdays.
Possibly even Taco Tuesdays?
I will try my hardest to refrain from having a margarita.
But no guarantees.