I realized I forgot to take a picture at the same time I remembered I forgot to write Abby’s parent pick up note for tomorrow. So guess what you get treated to? (is this blog the most boring thing around? yes. yes it is, but I’m not giving up)
Friday’s are Abby’s dance day. She dances for 3 hours (hip-hop, jazz, acro-jazz) and comes home exhausted and ready for bed. Friday nights sure have changed around here, but I’m not really complaining.
I’m old.