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“You know I did!” She’s full of her usual spunk, but her body softens into a slump and she nearly whispers, “I’m so stupid.”
I’m quiet. She’s not stupid. Far from it.
I know better than to speak up when she’s finally confiding in me. I wait.
“I set my house on fire. Who does that?”
“You want my thoughts on this?”
Ella Mae looks at me. “Why not? I’m going to hear about this from everyone for months anyway—maybe even years.”
“You’re not stupid, Ella Mae. You’re pretty smart, actually. You started your own business. You support yourself with this … stuff you do. You’re not stupid. A bit misguided at times? Maybe. But you’re definitely not stupid.”
I pause, waiting for her to jump on me and argue. When she doesn’t, I say, “You’ll find your way. We all do. Well, not all of us, but I believe you will.”
“Thanks.” She tilts her head and smiles up at me.
“Anytime.”
Ella Mae gives me this impish grin and then she says, “You can take your hands off me now, Soldier.”
I look over. My arm is still around her shoulder. It’s not like I didn’t know, but it felt so … natural. I just forgot.
I drop my arm.
Once I’m sure Ella Mae and Meg are alright, I take off for my parents house. I turn up the radio to drown out my thoughts. No use trying to make sense of why I seem to be drawn into Ella Mae’s orbit lately.
Some things are better left alone.
Oh, my peeps!
You know those days when you’re just doing salamba shirshasana on your front porch and some runaway rodent knocks your ambient candles over so you end up setting your porch just a teensie-weensie on fire?
No? Just me.
Yeah. Well … so …THAThappened.
Thankfully I have amazeballs neighbors. And our town, being as small as it is, shouldn't have such a big fire team, but well, let’s say certain people had repeated needs for some dousing over the years. Truly yours included now. ?
If you want to see the yoga practice in full BEFORE I scorched the porch … check out the photos in my yoga post. And yes, Chris did happen to show up to lend me a shoulder to lean on. Shoulders! Those shoulders. I can attest that the nickname “Mr. Shoulders” fits him to a T … because can he fill out a T or what?
Friendly shoulders, girls. Nothing else going on there.
Comment below with your most embarrassing moment.
And don’t forget to put the YOU in Fab-YOU-lous today and, maybe keep a fire extinguisher handy in case your version of fabulous is smokin’ hot like mine apparently was today.
COMMENTS:
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@allthatsazz: So crazy, girlie!! Be safe. Love your yoga moves.
@always_wearing_prada_gurrrll:I would have freaked out like nobody’s business. A fire! No more candles for you, missy. And yassss. That man. Drool.
@Fab-U-lous_EllaMae:Agreed. No more mixing candles and yoga, for SURE.
@EllaMaeFan4ever:So glad you’re safe! Hope your house is okay.
