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Feb. 6th, 2004 11:58 amMade it through Wushu. Didn't do horribly. Didn't do great, either, but considering how the rest of the week went, this middle of the road showing counts as a victory to me.
It was not improved by having a seven year old (and perpetual problem child) notice that I was once again adjusting my sweat pants' draw string (they're cut for guys, and tend to slip down too easily) and inform me that they come untied to easily because I'm too big. Y'know, I'm really (makes bulky gesture as stomach level) uh, he shouldn't say, it's not nice.
Thank you for the vote of confidence.
I don't really think he meant it maliciously (though others have a less charitable view). He's a sweet kid, and is generally doing better. But when, after he was in the way once again, I muttered that I'd like to have an ankle cuff hooked up to a pulley system hung from one of the basketball hoops, rather than being horrified my fellow students suggested such additions as a muzzle, or perhaps a ball-gag and further restraints...
For further amusement, I was chatting with one of the mothers before class, and asked if she'd met my sister. (She hadn't.) She then asked if "that guy" was my brother. Huh? Eventually I realized she meant Craig. We're about the same height, after all, and have similar hair...
It's weird. I'm used to having my girlfriends be this invisable, but my husband?
It was not improved by having a seven year old (and perpetual problem child) notice that I was once again adjusting my sweat pants' draw string (they're cut for guys, and tend to slip down too easily) and inform me that they come untied to easily because I'm too big. Y'know, I'm really (makes bulky gesture as stomach level) uh, he shouldn't say, it's not nice.
Thank you for the vote of confidence.
I don't really think he meant it maliciously (though others have a less charitable view). He's a sweet kid, and is generally doing better. But when, after he was in the way once again, I muttered that I'd like to have an ankle cuff hooked up to a pulley system hung from one of the basketball hoops, rather than being horrified my fellow students suggested such additions as a muzzle, or perhaps a ball-gag and further restraints...
For further amusement, I was chatting with one of the mothers before class, and asked if she'd met my sister. (She hadn't.) She then asked if "that guy" was my brother. Huh? Eventually I realized she meant Craig. We're about the same height, after all, and have similar hair...
It's weird. I'm used to having my girlfriends be this invisable, but my husband?
