Monday,
January 27, 2003
Idiot Girl Strikes Again
In my alterego as Idiot Girl (aka She Who Should Not Be Allowed Out Of The House Without Supervision), I managed to leave my purse at home this morning.
How did I do this, you ask? Quite simple -- I keep my keys in my jacket pocket, and wound up grabbing two workout bags (one for the gym, one for dance class) in my right hand and a can of Diet Cherry Coke in my left hand. When my half-awake brain did a survey and found that there was something in both hands, it assumed that one of those somethings was my purse and gave a go for launch.
*sigh* I hate it when I do stupid shit like this -- it's happened before, but I usually catch it before I leave when I try to put on my sunglasses and realize that I left the bag upstairs. So Steve, lovely boy that he is, had to buy lunch for me today, and I have to go straight home after work instead of going to class (the extra time on the roads is too much of a risk if my license is sitting at home). Of course, there is a minor chance that my purse is sitting in my car, but I'm not holding my breath. Bah -- and I wanted to go to class tonight, too.Ê
Of course, this may be Someone's way of telling me to go home and finish some way overdue projects. . .
She's not as stupid as she looks
Turns out my purse was in the front footwell of my car -- I DID sling it over my shoulder after all.
Black purse, black upholstery, crappy lighting in the garage, bags and cans to carry into the building -- hey, at least it makes some sort of sense.
So I did go off to class, and got some good news -- Anne seems to think that most of us will be ready to move up to Advanced II BD soon. In order to do that, we have to master Super Belly Dance, the veil routine, the shimmy routine (which I know backwards, forwards and in other axes as well), and the Kosh with zills.
That last one.
. .might be a bit of a challenge. We'll just have to see.