First day of school. Oh my aching feet! Of course I don't want to go excercise, isn't tromping around 30 kids for six hours enough?
Really, really just want to put my jammies on or hang out in my underwear in my nice, cool house and maybe watch a little T.V. But, if I do I'll have that image of Ray in my head giving me her pouty little you-can-do-whatever-you-want-but-you're-going-to-ruin-all-my-hard-work look. All her hard work?
Guess I'll go change my clothes and sweat some more.