Hurray for Dorky Dads!

Last week Little Man was part of a music concert at school. Hubby got us there early, picked out good seats and brought the video camera and tripod. Of course, half way through some blonde chick (I'm not making fun of blondes, but she didn't do herself or the color of her hair any favors here) stood up and moved right in the way of the camera. She kept trying to step backward and couldn't figure out what was in the way.... until she turned around. How do people not notice a tripod with a camera on it? In the end, we were able to give the music teacher a DVD containing one uncut hour of his hard work. It was precious; especially the part where the 3rd graders played solos on their recorders. But, when he was packing up the equipment, Hubby made some apologetic comment about being a dorky dad and I had to correct him. He was just being a DAD. It's a good thing.

Yesterday I went to the gym but didn't really feel like running, so I got on the stair mill.

I think I'm still sweating from this experience.

HAPPY FRIDAY!!