We are away for the weekend with some of H's family. I woke up at 6:30 and wanted to go to the gym at 7 when it opened. I can't eat before a workout or I will puke.
H's aunt (who I adore) asked me to wait for her because she wanted to go, too. It's now 8:50 and she's still in her pajamas. She has eaten breakfast and is puttering around, and I'm pacing and climbing walls because I'm starving and I want to work out so I can start my day. Omfg.
I did. We went at 9. I'm not a nice person, I just really like her and enjoy her company. Anyone else and I would have been all " see us later, dally"!