... it's in here somewhere I swear. I'm hooked. Last night The Best Friend, D (aka 3dstickman) and I went out for Juanitas. Juanitas is this little hole in the wall Mexican shop that always has a crowd. It hasn't changed in the 15 years I've lived here although I think this was the first time I've actually eaten inside of it (in lieu of the table outside or the beach next door). On the way we stopped at Henrys for Vitamin Water and chocolate. I got some chocolate covered banana chips and, hot dog, are they good. No one else liked them but I think they are rad. They are just healthy enough (banana chips are healthy right... I think I'm becoming a softie, I even let The Spring Fairy give the kids a Spongebob Chocolate Egg) to make you feel okay eating them, sweet enough to make you want another one and just over the top enough to wake you up and yell "look at me, I'm sugar and horrible for your joints." I've eaten about 10 while I've been writing this one paragraph.

Today SUCKED. I just hated today. I think it is hormonal but I was just in a bad ass pissy mood today. So bad even I noticed it. I realized today at work that I hate having to listen to music all day. I tried to take the earbuds out for awhile but the attorney next to me was going off in Hebrew, the one on the other side was having a horrendously long discussion about the terms of a lease and when so and so was taking possession.... the other one, he had her door shut all day and I don't blame her. I have now given up on having any sanctity to actually think straight so I am debating whether I could listen to the whole Wall while writing code. I'm afraid I'd get pissed off if I got interrupted though. I even had a crappy practice... I went and started early and nothing felt right from the get go. I was just off. I didn't even try kapotasana or standing up from backbends...

The Daughter, however, had this wonderful art show at her school tonight. It was so beautiful. They studied Frida and did self portraits. Her portrait said she was born in the water, in a jacuzzi... on her brother's actual birthdate... Some other kids said things like they were born in 1938. A coupe of people were surprised when we said "No, she actually was."

I got that book recommended elsewhere The Omnivore's Dillemma... so far it rocks.

Tonight at The Daughter's art show a bunch of my yoga kids came up to me and started showing me poses. One told her mom from across the room 'That's my yoga teacher!!!!" All the parents came up to me and told me how much they like it and how wonderful its been and would I please find somewhere to teach it when school is done. That's really cool. I felt really good to be sharing the experience of yoga with them.

Today at practice The Husband poked his head in the door, came over and gave me a kiss. I was doing Ardha Baddha Paschimottanasana at the time and just kept doing it. I wasn't 100% sure when he stuck his head in what he was doing but drishte and all. So he came over and kissed my head and left. I sorta tripped out on that. He told me later he just never sees me anymore since I'm not at home and he misses me (a collective ah, it's okay I can hear it) and so he knew I'd be there and he was just finishing up at the gymn so he came to give me a kiss. I apologized for not stopping but he said no no that he didn't want me to stop or talk to him. Pretty wierd.