Oh my.

We took a night off from the gym tonight. My body is just too tired and sore for the abuse. Well....for THAT kind of abuse..... Heh.

A couple hours ago The Wee General, aka my trainer, aka my next door neighbor, called me. She was bored, her hub (aka The Marquis de Sade) and her kids weren't home. She demanded that I come over and have a glass of wine with her.

So I went. How often does a trainer demand a trainee drink. I HAD to go.

One glass turns in to two bottles.

*hiccup*

We have this crazy conversation about our "wilder" days.

I have this stunning moment when I realize my wildest days were fifteen years ago and hers were only five years ago. Sometimes I forget she is ten years younger than me. Crikey.

Anyways.

So we drink.

And we talk.

And we drink.

And we talk....

Nate, you were right.

The Wee General is bi...

...and she just kissed me.

I think I need more alcohol.