Thursday, January 21, 2010

arm strength, crushes

Last night boys (and girls, but really: boys) embarked on a journey about who could do the most pull ups.
I'm not sure if it's the weakness of my arms, or the mass of my body, but I couldn't even do one. Not one.

Tonight, this weird thing is going to happen where an eight year old is going to tell her guitar teacher that I have a crush on him (and I do), and then I'll have to see him when I pick her up. Awesome. I feel 13 years old about it.
Thanks, Marilyn.

2 comments:

mar said...

I hear that sarcasm.
Thank me after he asks you to be his steady.

reeves. said...

what?!! i love this! let me know how it goes!

ZESTIS