I'd like to apologize now for the gross exaggeration of the title of this post. It's not so much a "tragedy" per se, as it is a gross display of injustice. Again, that's a bit of hyperbole. Let me explain: West River Community Center is the gym here in town. It's the one thing I really love about Dickinson. As much as I hate to admit it, I've already fallen into a pretty solid routine in my workouts, and if something throws me off my routine, or GOD FORBID I miss one of my classes....Let's just say it's not pretty and I'm like a junkie who needs a fix. Two of the classes I take are Pilates and Beginner Pilates. I really like the class because it's a great workout, but I have some issues with the instructor. Correction: I despise the instructor. She's creeping up my list to be Enemy #2. One day, I was debating whether or not to go to Pilates (because of my extreme dislike of the instructor), I reluctantly went and was very pleasantly surprised when we had a sub. She.Was.Awesome. I found out she teaches the Power Pilates class which I have become completely obsessed with. If my gateway drug was Beginner Pilates, Power Pilates has become my crystal meth. It's serious. In fact, I have become so enamored with this Power Pilates class that I decided I would stop going to the classes taught by my enemy. Imagine my disgust when I walked into Power Pilates today and saw that my enemy was teaching. I think I tasted bile. She started class by saying that Shannon, our normal instructor, had gotten a new job and they were going to change up the classes, but for now, my nemesis is going to teach it. The instructor, I like to call her Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle, because that's what she looks like:
The good news is that Jacob's home!! The boys were super excited, which means that they're completely passed out now. And tomorrow (Tuesday) is Jacob's birthday! Not sure what we're gonna do yet, but hopefully we'll do something fun (that doesn't involve Applebee's). Maybe I'll casually suggest Pizza Ranch.