Amanda Takes Off...

Tonight's class was really tough. We did nearly an hour of pure kicking practice, regular kicks and combos. It was hot and by the end of class my ponytail was dripping in sweat. Literally dripping.

Master's Daughter was in class. "Amanda, do you have lip gloss?"

"No, do you?"

"No."

"But [Master's Daughter], I need lip gloss." I made kissing faces at her.

"No, Amanda! You always have lip gloss. Where's your lip gloss?"

Meanwhile, Crybaby, Handphone Girl, Master's Daughter and Master's Son and I were all crammed into the changing room together. I don't know whose bright idea that was but Master's Daughter was begging for my lip gloss.

Then, I had worn jeans to class. Well-fitting jeans. Uggggggghhhh. I could barely pull them on after class.

"[Master's Daughter]! I'm changing. Wait!"

She pouted. "I need lip gloss, Amanda, my lips hurt."

I burst out laughing. Damn me, I've gotten the girl addicted.