I managed to make it 2 months through coaching Girl's cheer squad without seriously injuring any body parts or making a gigantic ass (*ahem*) of myself. In fact, it was all going so well. Even the things I thought were going to be impossible turned out just fine. I managed to not saying anything so terribly stupid that I couldn't possibly recover. The parents didn't look at me as though I had 2 heads.
This is the last week of practice, Saturday is the last game. I was finally starting to think that maybe I could be around people.
Then after practice I stayed to talk to some of the moms and somehow ended up telling them about how mannequins and I don't get along.
They had a good laugh and then suddenly decided it was time to leave.
Sometimes I wish I could hire someone to follow me around and tell me when to shut up.