I got out of the shower last night, pre Wednesday date, and lay on our freshly made bed. My back and legs have been sore.., largely, a result on not walking the lake. My attitude, also sore, for the same reason.

I lay on the beg, bringing my knees up, under my chin with my hand in prayer pose under my head (the weight of my body pushing into my shoulders) I'm sure it a yoga pose, and I'm certain its an Ellie pose and I'm positive its making my body feel better.

My husband walks in. Looks at me.
And says:

"I love how you fold up so compactly" he pats my back as he walks by.
"Thanks" I chirp. Internally beaming. Maybe I'm NOT such a fat ass.
"I bet you could fit into a steamer trunk" he continues.

I make a murmering sound. Contemplating. I don't want to be vain, but maybe I could. There was that time back in the day when Heather fit me into the UPS box at work. I used to be super flexible.

Still pondering it, something occurs to me.
A little something called Jimmy Stewart and Grace Kelly in Rear Window.

"Hey" I exclaim. Why would I need to fit into a steamer trunk???"
Doug kisses me on the forehead.
"Or maybe that purple Rubbermaid one? I bet you could fit into that big one we have" his voice fading as he walks out of the bedroom..."I wouldn't even need a hacksaw."