And now I really don't feel like going to dance class. More than anything in the world, I just want to go home and squeeze husband and skunk. I know that once I got to my class, I'd probably enjoy it. And I know I need the exercise. But I'm going to give in to my inner crapitude and skip out on it in liu of hubby and Hobkin huggins.
Sigh. It's the season premiere of Buffy:tVS tonight. Hurray?