Gal Smiley is starting a swim class this coming weekend. It is the second half of part of her lifeguard training process.

They called yesterday to give her a list of things she should bring on the first day. It included a lot of documentation from the first half of the class – apparently she is supposed to have a bunch of signed forms and a workbook proving she completed the first half, which she took over a year ago now due to the coronavirus shutdown.

Last night around 10 p.m., as I was going to bed, I heard Gal Smiley rustling around at the table.

Me: What are you doing?

Her: You don’t want to know.

Me: I really do.

Her: Well, know how I was supposed to have completed that workbook in the first half? I’m doing it now.

Me: I don’t get it. It was supposed to have been signed by your instructor last time when it was done.

Her: Yup! But it isn’t done.

Me: How did you get her to sign it?

Her: Well, I am very charming.

(Yes, yes she is.)