Two Left Feet

I showed up to ballet tonight having forgotten my leotard and with only two left shoes in my dance bag. Does that just lay my day right out there for you?

I might have bailed but a particularly awesome teacher was subbing and I had rearranged my whole family’s schedule so I could be there. Also, I spent the bulk of the day writing JavaScript which is a little like looking at the world from the wrong end of a telescope. I wanted to move, and not through a for loop, you know?

So frack it. I danced anyway. Best class I’ve had in two weeks.

I blew out my left car speaker blasting the Dixie Chicks on the way home. When I walked in the door, there was pizza waiting for me. I ate a piece with my feet soaking in Luke’s bath, while he splashed around in the bubbles and told me about his day.

I cast on for a new sock, cracked open a new comic book, and there’s nothing between me and a warm, cozy bed but an episode of Heroes and a box of chocolates.

Good stuff.