We had to get up at 6am to do hair and be at the meet by 8am.
Here is what I look like when I haven't had enough sleep (Cyler about split my head open when he kicked me with his toenail), enough water (too much fried chicken the night before), am cold, need a haircut, a cold-sore is starting, and when I was possessed by some demon that made me wear mustard yellow on top of all that. That gym was full of the most colorful leotards, banners on the wall, and moms' bedazzled sweat suits. It was nauseating. Ellery did her routines though--Tramp, Double Mini, and Tumbling. We figure we could give her horse riding lessons for less than we are paying for her to learn to jump on a trampoline. Why did I not see that before? ARGH
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