Spry old farts
When hubby and I are . . . *ahem* . . . older, I want to be like this:
Granted, we'll probably have to learn how to dance first. Then, I suppose I'd have to stop leading. Hubby always complains when he has to be the bitch.
Editor's note: It's not my fault I lead. Dance Fever ruined my life. I was always bigger than all my friends, so I had to be the guy when we'd try to recreate the dances. I guess it stuck.
Damn it.
Granted, we'll probably have to learn how to dance first. Then, I suppose I'd have to stop leading. Hubby always complains when he has to be the bitch.
Editor's note: It's not my fault I lead. Dance Fever ruined my life. I was always bigger than all my friends, so I had to be the guy when we'd try to recreate the dances. I guess it stuck.
Damn it.
posted by Callie | 6/30/2009 09:01:00 PM
3 Comments:
"Recreate dances" was a part of childhood I missed out on.
I don't mind.
Ookami -
that would make you a typical guy.
Now, if you joined in on the fun, I would probably doubt your masculinity.
i took a dance class once... it was painfully embarrasing...
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