Went to dance class last night (I'm in tap now). At one point the teacher gave us a really hard floor combination with a lot of weight shifts. As we were doing it she was like "YOU GUYS ARE DOING SO WELL! IT LOOKS SO GOOD RIGHT NOW!"
What you don't want to hear, "Mom I can't breathe". What you don't want to do, book it to the ER. What you don't want from the doc, "it's not getting better, we'll need to check you in." What you don't want the ER to say, "you'll have to take an ambulance to the other side of town and check into the PICU." Where we don't want to be. Here.
A butterfly just landed on my wrist while I was reading outside and stayed there kissing on me for almost two minutes before it flew away. So ticklish! And why did it take so long to figure out I'm not a flower? Cute though.
So the maintenance guy was in the parking lot and I mentioned I thought the AC system is still leaking. He came to have a look and it's taking a long time bc the housing won't come all the way off and we can't figure out why. I can tell he's getting frustrated and I have to be somewhere in 30 min. I told him he can use foul language if he needs...