I've met THE ONE

It's just the perfect fit. I went online, met some people. And I met the one. Now, there were some signs before, but today, today, it was just solidified. God spoke to me, "SHE'S THE ONE!"

I'm at home today and I get a call from Julz, "We're heading to the gym, get your butt up there." So, I go. It's just nice to be needed like that. I was happy to loaf out in the yard while the kids played and learned about things like gravity and big wheels and it's effects on their appendages. Sometimes, you've just got to let those kids figure it out for themselves. But, I got the call, and so, we went.

I thought I'd be the perfect girlfriend and pack up a nail polish bag and after a tough 20 minutes or so on a cardio machine we could go out to the pool and do our nails while sipping rum and cokes that indeed, the gym provides for you. But no, in my haste to tend to the call of duty, I left the bag on the kitchen counter. I felt like I let my girl down. But she so picked up the ball later.

I talked the whole time to her, because that was my job in college. I wasn't a fast runner, but I could go the distance. So, my job, which I did well, was to talk to the other teammates while running so much in fact, it would drive them batty, forcing them to run faster and make their times. I was great at that! Not so much the sport I played, but the distance running, I was a jewel. So, I just reverted back to that duty and chatted until she just couldn't take anymore. She mumbled something through her gritted teeth like, "Whew, I'm tired and just can't go anymore." We did some abs, we lifted a bit. And then she said it. It was like sweet nectar:

"I'm feeling a little light headed, do you think they sell chocolate here?"

Lucky for Julz, it's also a family gift to sniff out all accomodations for chocolate. And yes, indeed the "Health Club" has Snickers, and M&M's. We kept lifting a bit and then decided we were done. "What else do you want to do?" "Hmmm, I'm good for now." "Ok, let's go." And with that, we headed downstairs. I aimed for the locker room, and she, to the snack bar, citing, "I was serious about the chocolate!" Hell hath no fury like a woman in need of chocolate. So, she snagged some M&M's and even SHARED them!

I later found out that she shared them only so she had an accomplice in the act of chomping on chocolate in our workout clothes. Isn't that BRILLIANT!? I'm so proud of her. There's nothing better than the lingering of chocolate in your gums while basking in the steam room.

So, you're probably wondering, "So, let me get this straight, you went to the gym to do some cardio and your toe nails. But instead, you did some cardio, ate chocolate and then hit the steam room."

And to you I say, "YES I DID."
That's just how I roll.