Last night I took Cathy to karate. There was yet another new guest instructor.
So I flagged down the instructor's wife, who handles all billing and e-mail communications.
“What did I tell you about letting me know when there's going to be a handsome substitute teacher?” I whispered.
“His partner is right behind me,” she whispered back.
“Oh. Well, I really only need you to let me know about the ones that are in their 40s, attractive, straight, and sing--”
“The other one's married.”
Great. So much for that noble (unattained) goal of losing 10 pounds in 12 days!