Yesterday was my first college level dance class that I've taken in 15 years. The class? it was wonderful!
About an hour later I really started to feel it. By the time I got home I could hardly walk.
Of course, the puppy wanted walkies NOW. I shuffled out to take her, then practically cried when thinking about dinner. the Spousal Equivalent ordered pizza. It was honestly the best tasting pizza ever.
Unfortunately we had to do some after dinner canine maintenance. I won't go into details... but it involved dog butt and washing. The dog was doing her best armadillo impression. What I needed in my state.
I ended the night watching a few episodes of Switched at Birth.
I so want to learn Sign Language now!
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