That Ain’t Gonna Happen

After a busy few weeks of getting Alex to college, going back to visit her, then going back to visit her again, I’m home on the ranch and have been outside playing with the dogs on this fine Saturday morning. And by “playing,” I mean getting on the ground with them, wrestling them, playing fetch with them, and letting them lick my head. I love the dogs so much, and getting on the ground with them is the perfect way to celebrate getting to wake up and stay in my yoga pants this morning. Of course, now I have to go change my yoga pants because they are black and I had the bright idea to bring white dogs into my life a few months ago, and just in case you’ve ever had any doubts, white dogs and black yoga pants are not a good combination. So I have to change my yoga pants a lot these days.

The only alternative, I suppose, would be to start wearing white yoga pants.

And I’ll just tell you right now: That ain’t gonna happen.


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