I was at the gym this morning (same class that woman who likes to run into people takes) and the instructor asked if anyone was new to her classes or just new to aerobics in general. The woman in front of me (she was in the front row) pointed to the girl she was with and said, "SHE IS." Wow. Ruth, the teacher, laughed and made a joke of it. But here's the kicker. The woman who pointed out her friend knew none of the moves and was off beat and on the wrong foot the whole class! I guess that's what she gets for picking on that poor girl. When I was leaving the gym, I decided I wanted to move my car seat up a little. Well, that went well. I was driving in the parking lot, so I slowed down to a drift and pulled the seat lever. My foot decided to push on the break while I had the lever pulled out. Yeah, you know where this is going. My seat flew all the way up to (practically) the windshield. And by that time the car came to a halt, forcing my seat all the way back. So my foot slipped off the clutch and I stalled. Smoooooooooooooth. It's OK, though. No one saw. Well, hardly anyone. Alright, maybe one person. P.S. Today was my FOURTH DAY AT THE GYM this week. WOOHOO!