So, as many people know about me, I do not like to dance. I know, it doesn't fit...why would someone with as much grace and coordination as I have not like to share that with the world via the dancefloor...but it's true. Truth be told, I have a nasty little "finger pointing" problem. I am starting to think there may be a genetic component to it as my sister, Elizabeth, does it as well. I don't know if it is further evidence that I was born at least 10 years before my time or what, but it is a source of great embarrasment for those who have experienced the joy of dancing with me. Everything can be going along fine, and then the fingers come out. Not pretty...especially if you are trying to look cool and, perhaps, wrangle a date or a phone number from a fellow patron of the establishment. So my goal for this Spring is to learn how to dance. I know my dance-card will be full relatively soon, so please let me know as quickly as possible when you want to partner up with Atlanta's hottest rising star of dance.
4 comments:
Oh Mary, where are you?
I hope you don't think that is me??? I just photoshoped my face onto a bellydancer's body. BUT, it would probably be that scary and alarming if I were to dance in public...luckily, I retired a similar outfit in my closet several years ago.
Duh. Girl, I ain't stupid. I might not be a designer, but I know photoshop when I see it--especially poorly done..
I was referring to the fact you haven't posted since Tuesday.
Ha! that's funny...I've had way too many "blonde" moments here lately...I should probably lay off the highlights for a while and enlist in a leisure class at Emory just to keep myself in check.
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