Today is the first day of the dance season.

I could do without the early Saturday morning classes. Especially since Amara dances like her father -- no rhythm and no grace.

But Amara really enjoys it. So we're going to shell out another $500 for lessons. Damn. I could have used that cash to buy a new purse and had money to spare.

So as I bitterly sat waiting for Amara's class to end, I was reminded as to why I. HATE. DANCE. CLASS.

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