Losing a part of me

After it bit me and broke my finger the other day, I decided to call in reinforcements to pick up the treadmill that I bought. Rob came over and we drove his truck over there. We picked up blind (they were not answering my Facebook messages, but we took a chance and rang the bell. The father of the girl I had dealt with came down and helped us carry it to Rob’s truck. It took us longer than I would like to admit to put it together, but I now have a fully functional treadmill in my bedroom. Yay!

I am back to teaching tonight. I hope I am on my game.