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tashabear
tashabear
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Oh, my poor baby. Wolfie started aikido lessons on Monday, and he's loving them, but I think (if his groans and creaky noises are anything to go by) that he's realizing how idle he's been this last year. It's partly my fault -- after he met me he let his gym membership lapse so he could spend time with me. That's one of the reasons why I'm thrilled he's training at a dojo again... but I just have to laugh when he scrambles up the stairs on his hands and feet... and crawls down the hallway. I never thought I'd see him do that sober. Sorry, honey; I'm laughing at you, not with you. (He knows I love him, and I'd carry him up the stairs on my back if he needed me to...)

The junkyard across the street caught on fire Sunday night. Dunno how, dunno how bad; can't even smell it, though it's rained since. We were getting ready to go up to Sazerac for a karaoke show (gods, I love it when Wolfie sings...), and as I got out of the shower, he said, "Uh, honey, I'm not sure if we're going to be able to go..." They had the fire knocked down by the time I got dressed, so we were able to leave, though we had to ask a cruiser to move so we could get out of the driveway and down the street.

Sazerac was fun, though there was a larger proportion of less than stellar singers there. It was Ann's birthday, though (she runs the show), so I'm glad we went. Wolfie's singing gives him so much joy, I get high just watching him. Makes me sorry that the show is so far from home, y'know? Rowr.

I got my very first almost-black-eye in four years of classes on Monday night. Jammed fingers galore (I almost said "up the wazoo," but that has too much imagery), but no black eyes or bloody noses. I sorta got stabbed in the face with a fake knife. I'm not sure if it was the knife handle or the nose piece of my glasses that nailed me, but the side of my nose near my eye is tender, and there's a red spot. Woo me. Injury. Heh. Makes me laugh, actually. Class is a lot more fun now. Haven't quite figured out why, but it is, and that's a Cool Thing.

i feel: cheerful cheerful

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