I took my first yoga class this evening and though I am ashamed to admit how limber I’m not, I’m more proud of the fact I finished the whole hour and a half and relieved a lot of stress or so it seems. I return to my in laws house as per my daily ritual from working out to find my younger brother in-law and his wife are going out on a date. “Note to self, Google date” I ponder the last time I went on a date and then my memory plays back conversations from “the outsiders” that remind me about what they have done or would do in situations like these and instantly I’m angry. Holding it in as usual I make a decision when I get home we are going to do what I want because I am twenty something (ladies never tell right?) and it’s Friday and darn it if we can’t go out at least we can do something I like!