So while lost in my 20's, still not knowing who I am, I decided to sign up for dance classes.
Have. I. Lost. My. Mind?
I have rhythm. I can dance. But this isn't booty shaking to Usher or whatever song Ke$ha has out....this is actual ballroom dance.
Hubby won't go with me, so I'm alone on this one. I got my first lesson next Tuesday at 6pm. With a boy dance teacher. What if I'm a klutz? He says to wear heels. Heels? To dance? On a wooden floor.
Oh Lord.
I am going to make an ass out of myself.
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