Twinkle Toes

Jared and I enjoyed the pleasure of a weekly date night while we took a ballroom dance class with a bunch of college buddies. It was really fun to spend time with Jared and old friends alike.

Turns out that Jared is a really good dancer, and I follow fairly well. Even if we totally stunk we had a blast together.

True story...

The guys were asked to step forward and practice a step that required a bit of bum shaking. He said, "Hold on, let me tuck my shirt in so you ladies have a better view." Then he shook a bit vigorously at which point one of the older ladies in the class leaned over to me and asked if she could to take him home. I had a wide range of emotions: laughter, disbelief, laughter, incredulousness, laughter, etc.

Our buddies. Thanks Danielle for getting us all to sign up.

Toasted Bananas, anyone?

Remember when it was exciting to get ready for a date? Shaving your legs, putting on your makeup, and picking the perfect outfit were exhilarating. I couldn't wait to see the look on Jared's face when he saw me all dolled up.

Back in the day the worst that might happen was making Jared wait...

Now when I have a date, I have to sneak away to change into clothes without spit up on them, put on some lip gloss, and instead of shaving my legs I'm happy with getting to run the brush through my hair.

Oh, how times change.

Now I sneak away and come back to find the smell of something burning and bananas shoved into my toaster. Nice.

Maybe while I get ready for my date this Friday I'll find exploded grapes in the microwave.