Tonight I had baton training. And no, I am talking about marching band, baton twirling training. I am talking about police academy, Rodney King, "can't we all get along" training! So, after nearly falling asleep in the classroom learning the technical aspects of the process, they took us to a classroom, dressed an instructor up as a large red marshmallow and give us a baton and told us to survive in the ring for two minutes. Those were the longest two minutes in my life. I would rather get sprayed with pepper spray than ever be in a fight. Luckily, I am pretty quick on my feet, and if I ever need to, I can just run away. Call me a coward, or call me smart!
Oh, and yesterday, I actually ran into the glass door at Maceys.
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2 comments:
you're a blogger now! Karen and I say hello and that we are eager to keep up to date on what you two get up to!
Adam
oh so so funny! I'm so glad that you are still Rachael...a little older, and married, and all that good stuff, but still Rachael. Running into doors and stuff. Love it!
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