so, i've been a little slack about writing lately...it's probably because i can't stop dancing. i'm not sure when this started, but it feels like it's been a couple of months now. for those of you who know me, you know that i can't help but sing along to a good tune when i hear one, but dance??? that's not me. i have friends (ok, one friend) who would turn on mtv and dance along to naughty girl, just to learn the new beyonce moves - she can actually dance - but me on the other hand - trust me people, it's not pretty.
oliver mainly just laughs at me, but i really don't care - i guess we're at the point in our marriage where i'm perfectly ok making a complete ass of myself at any point in front of him - is this normal?
anyway, the dancing. i'm not even sure that's what you would call it - i essentially just jump around to a beat - i look like a combination of a headbanger and a 5 year old. i will say that it's a euphoric feeling, so maybe it just a method of relaxation for me - but whatever it is, i plan to continue it, so i'll go ahead and apologize in advance to those of you who come visit - if Rihanna's Disturbia come on, i can't control myself...
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