Blogging block.
Dear god. Do I have NOTHING to blog about?
Um, there was that girl who prayed next to me on the bus. Like, the moment I sat down she did the Catholic four-point cross motion. Am I that intimidating? I promise I wasn't wearing my really-huge-sunglasses-so-she-must-be-a-bitch shades.
And there was that Nia dance class I went to with mom. I have never in my life tried harder to hold my laughter in. Well, ok, once, when Stace and I were at Jay's yoga class and he said we were all going on the same hike but looking at different chipmunks and shit. This is when we were in some one-legged balance pose. It was difficult to hold it in during such a silent activity. At least during the dance class, I could harness my laughter energy into my free dance. And boy I bet you wish you were there to witness that free dance. And the pelvic jumproping. And all the retired PV moms not thinking any of this was remotely odd.
posted by Ang @ 11:53 AM
3 Comments:
Just something to consider: MAYBE you're possessed by the devil, and she was a nun in street clothes sent to keep an eye on you, make sure you don't hurt yourself, etc. Not likely, I know, but that happened to me, once.
But that's probably not it. She's probably just really religious. Probably.
That would up my summer nun count to THREE! Sweet!
And c.s. could stand for charles s. also.
i went to a nia dance class with my mom too! that's all i really have to say to your lack of blogging material. =)
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