Fine, I'll admit it. You happy? I want to dance well. I try to dance well. Hubby loves to make fun of me as I try out different styles. My real style is stuck in the 80's, he insists. So what? The 80's was good. But I've tried to update my moves and nothing feels natural.
The man suggested I watch more MTV. Only problem with that is they don't play videos anymore. But I managed to find one on VH1. Ahhh, gangsta rap. Now that's too easy. Bounce side to side and throw your hands up every once in a while with your hands like guns. He says I should become a rapper, as he laughs uncontrollably. I break into Vanilla Ice.
Next song, more rap, with the dancers shaking it. I can do that too. Doesn't quite look like that though. More laughter. I finally give up and find a country song. Line dancing. Now anyone can do that, no rhythm required. Only problem is I hate country. What does that leave me?
Words With Friends (With A Side Of Nausea) - When I was in kindergarten, there was a book fair at my school. I, being the huge dork that I am, begged my mom to buy me a dictionary. A dictionary. Just...
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