I’m going to go to TaeKwonDo today, by myself. Jay’s watching the kids. We’re going to have to pull off the uniform exchange in a manner worthy of \”Mission Impossible\”. You see, the kids can’t see me. If they do, and I leave 5 minutes later, there will be great wailing and gnashing of teeth. So, I’m going to my parents house to change, and he’s going to have to bring me the uniform. Oy. I’m nervous about going by myself. Jay there sort of gives me validation that I should indeed be there. ‘Cause if he’s not looking at me funny, then I’m not making me a total ass out of myself. I know that I shouldn’t feel that way, but I do. I’m the oldest in the class. I FEEL the oldest in the class as well. I feel like I’m not quite keeping up. It’s annoying.
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