ARGH ARGH ARGH! No belly dancing last night. I was so psyched, and then the new studio flaked out at the last minute! Rachel is loathe to criticize them before she gets the skinny, but I am going to go out on a limb and say that they are UNPROFESSIONAL ASSHOLE TWONKS. And I stand by that.
Of course, we were at loose ends, so Rachel and I went to Book Warehouse, where I made her buy a book. I didn’t make her buy the one about dinosaur poop, though. She did that under her OWN steam.
I am so ready for the weekend. Yesterday I told a student that polar bears run the manitenance systems at work. I always know that when I start making completyely implausible things up, it’s time for the weekend.
Oh, and I had bought pizza for after belly dancing, because I am ravenous after belly dancing. But I didn’t dance, and I ate it anyway.
So this week I am a judgmental, lying glutton. Who knew? And how about you?