Ssshhhh!

I played hooky from my water exercise class tonight. I left work with a massive headache, picked up the kids (who immediately started complaining after learning we were having pork chops for dinner), and realized when I got out of the car at home that it was sleeting. That seemed like a good cocktail of reasons to put on my PJs instead of my bathing suit after dinner.

My headache went away, the boys ate (mostly) without complaint, and it stopped sleeting; however, by the time all those planets aligned, it was almost 7:00 and I would've missed at least the first 15 minutes--if not more--of the class if I went.

So I didn't go.