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Have you danced recently? I mean since your wedding? I used to go dancing with my roommate at least 4 nights a week when I was single. And I danced for at least 3 hours each night. And I was good. I was sexy. I was thin. I was totally hot.
I don't go dancing anymore. Mostly because my husband hates it, but then there's the whole getting a babysitter thing, the some guy is hitting on me in front of Ron and he's getting mad thing or the some girl is hitting on Ron in front of me and I'm sharpening my claws thing. Plus we just dress too geeky to get in anywhere anymore.
So today when I came home and felt overwhelmed when I was hit with a filthy, dirty, house in disarray, and the baby grabbed the computer wires and sent the laptop crashing to the ground, I gathered myself, and the laptop, up and put on my iPod. I went to work cleaning, and I danced, and that's when I noticed, gasp!, I can't dance anymore. Not that I physically can't dance, like I'm mechanically incapable, I mean I suck. It was horrible, I tried changing the song, I tried changing my moves and nothing I did could keep me from looking like I was trying to get people to Vote for Pedro.
It was so bad I actually at one point hit my own face. Don't believe me if I say that red mark above my lip was from trying to wax. I hit my own face. Who does that? I'm never dancing again. Even the baby just, (I swear he did this) rolled his eyes at me. I got the house done though. Although I'm starting to understand the whole velvet rope thing at clubs.
