It's winter again, you guys. SNOW this morning, even What the hell.
In other WHAT THE HELL news, I have this weird twisted lip face I always make in selfies, which I THINK mean that I am too fucking old to take selfies. Also too vain to stop. Also, do these glasses hide mu under eye circles because HOLY SHIT I am so tired?
Dorothy and Cooper and I were at Wal Mart (I know I should not shop there but sometimes I need really cheap stuff) picking up dance tights and a new leotard and eggs-- and I mean literally picking them up because I swung by to buy them on my way to get the kids from preschool and got all the way to the check out line before I realized I didn't have my wallet in my purse. So, awesomely, I got to get the kids, go home, get my wallet, go to Wal Mart with the kids, and then cram in all the household chores I needed to do before dance class which was SO RELAXING AND AWESOME.
Every time we go to Wal Mart (which is not very often because I have a social conscience and I never go to Hobby Lobby or Chik-Fil-A so LEAVE ME ALONE), Dorothy and Cooper ask for quarters for the claw machine so they can try to grab stuffed animals, and I never say yes. Only this time, they saw that my wallet full of quarters, and I felt unreasonable saying no (and I only had quarters because I didn't have time to park in my garage the other day and had to get like $20 worth at the business school), so I gave them each $.50.
Dorothy pulled Conflict Bear out on the first try.
And then I fed the entire remaining $19 into the machine for Cooper and never grabbed another thing. OF COURSE.
I tried to tell him that no one ever wins anything out of those machines, but he was just looking at Conflict Bear and then looking at me like WTAF? There were tears. Donuts helped.
I love that Dorothy doesn't care that her arms are not raised like EVERYONE ELSE'S. This recital is going to be amazeballs.