Some boys out there carry the shame that dare not speak its name... "ass kicked by a girl." You know who you are, and I'm sending some more of you to that ignominious clubhouse.
Mom drops me off at Thursday yoga and goes for vodka and shrimp cocktail down the street. Yoga makes me feel young again, young as when the world was new, and also less angry at the lack of a good division 1-A football playoff.