Soooooooooooooo...monday night I went to this yoga class I signed up for...it was alright, but before I had left, manly asked if it was a beginner's class or a toe lickers class - apparently that is what more advanced classes are called...I did not know this. He also wondered aloud if it were a mail instructor or whatnot and called into question the sexuality, were it a man....so the entire class, these thoughts were poisoning my mind...to the point that I could barely keep a straight face in my non-toe licking poses.....conclusion? I think the instructor's straight.....and why does this matter? not one bit...and there wasn't much toe licking going on...but I have the absolute worst balance EVA!!! oh well...at least I'm a good pretzle....just don't ask me to balance.

then I came home...and what should I see? The fucking kitchen floor torn up!!!! I was gone for less than two hours and he peels up the fucking linoleum!!!! Next time I better hire a babysitter for him....I am supposed to go to a Stitch and Bitch tomorrow...I will be gone between 3-4 hours....can he be trusted? highly unlikely....he still hasn't finished the back room....this means, no lights, no power, no trim, the t-bar still needs doing...he also needs to change the window in the kitchen as well as one in the back room and he needs to hook up the gas dryer...preferrably before the snow flies.....and now he has ripped up the fucking kitchen floor...and is talking about ripping up the carpet in the front room....can't wait....to start drinking