top notch zen material

i dragged myself across town in the middle of the first downpour the city's seen this season in my sparkly new car with the leak in the roof at six pm when all the normal folk are heading back home to change into something snappy before heading out to an evening of dinner, drinks and disco.

i'm wearing sweatpants and i have a date with six career mothers and a yoga instructor. i am 40 minutes late and for the entire remaining forty i stand at meditative attention opposite career mum two.

the whole time i'm thinking, her bra would fit me jusssst perfectly...if only i had two heads.