I have just returned from my exercise class.
Those of you who know me, know that this is out of character.
Very.
As in, NO WAY SHE WENT TO A GYM!
But this is what band girls do. Band women. Female musicians. We have to stay in shape. We need stamina to perform. Our fans don’t like it when we pant like puppies and then fall off the stage.
No way did I take any pictures, either. So don’t even think you’re going to see my butt in spandex. I cannot be bribed.
But because I’m feeling rather chipper after torturing my body for one solid hour, I will confess to driving to Clark Fork (the town of the centennial gig), stopping at the library for some bloodthirsty thrillers to read on the exercise bike, and then buying a softserve ice cream cone (140 calories) from the Pantry. I tried to find the Methodist Church’s new gift and thrift shop, which had its grand opening today, but its location remains a mystery.
Maybe next Wednesday.
is there any more pie? 
No pictures of you in spandex. How am I supposed to see your progress over the summer?
Perhaps the other Band Women can be bribed…blueberry pie for a picture.
Sorry, Sharon. Band Loyalty runs deep. And we make our own blueberry pie.
The church is across the street from Joe and Lora’s.