I was doing what I always did. After one bathes, they should apply lotion—particularly if they live in Wisconsin, the temperatures have cooled to be visible-breath-worthy, or the air is dry. I get to raise my hand to all three qualifiers...but let's face it, I've been a lotion freak all of my life. I blame it on Aunt Brenda completely.

Thanks, 'Nen ;-)

So it went last night as I bared my flesh and probably flashed Mom more than she cares to admit, all in effort to coat my skin with the luxuriously softening salve. I forgot to take the bottle of lotion with me to the bathroom, and I can hardly be modest around the woman who gave me life, who changed my diapers, and who has witnessed me picking popcorn from my bra, now can I?

I sat upon the living room floor in a brief nightie with my knees bent and my feet coming to the floor at my heels. I practice both Yoga and Pilates in some way every day...even if it is just a few poses just before I go to bed or right when I get up in the morning. I find myself doing them during random tasks—liiike, let's say (for example's sake), when I want to moisturise the back of my thighs. Plow seems to be the winning pose. Come to think of it, I always do plow pose when I am lotioning the back of my legs.

I strove to do so last night...but I met with disaster instead. I had my very first car accident as I crashed into my brother's small-scale Dale Earnhardt car. Yes, Charlie is 22...and no, I don't get it either. Nevertheless, it wasn't a pleasant surprise, and I don't care to relive it.