Have I ever told you that I love to dance?
Well, I do.
Love, love, love, love, love.
Saturday night, I will get to dance on a REAL dance floor.
Not the family room, not the shower, not the aisles at Target.
A bonafide dance floor.
Surrounded by the friends that I love.
(Except my sister because she is stooooopid,
and that makes me sad.
But that's a different story, for a different day.
Love ya, Jilly.)
We will be celebrating all of the birthdays in February.
Our gang has lots.
Mine included. Wink, wink.
My only hope, my one desire...
is that my dancing gene was passed on.
I'm thinkin' I don't have a thing to worry about.