He picked up the massage table for me…. Me happy!!!!!! Kopper gets to get pummelled/try it out first, unless somebody sweet talks me into letting them cut ahead in line.
Life is sweet and gorgeous. I was SINGING TONIGHT. The teacher (Ms. Taylor, and a sweet little gal she is, too) ACTUALLY TAUGHT ME TO BREATHE better than anybody else who has ever instructed me. Either that or I actually have something like an attention span and some motivation for a change. Kopper says she has no rhythm but she was the only one in our section who could bring the last part of this Brazilian Samba Round in on time. Life is indeed sweet and gorgeous.
What is with the WIND? It is like blowing a berloody gale up here and the wind is so biting it’s alive.
