This is sad.

It’s been one week to the day since my dance competition. A competition that required a little double-sided tape, considering the top that I wore exposed one shoulder.

And would you believe that I stepped into the shower this morning, and discovered a small piece of that tape still attached to a hard-to-reach spot on my back? You know, one of those places you can’t scratch, and you have to ask someone to get it for you?

My co-host, Kevin, wants to know how I haven’t stuck to the bed.

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