
I was the dancing queen,
young and free...only seventeen
And then I went to college...
I wouldn't say I was the best dancer before, but I could at the very least shake my thang without being embarrassed. Unfortunately this is not the case anymore.
I don't know what happened.
I don't know when it happened or how it happened.
I know I left high school with some rhythm. I know I made it to Fayetteville with some rhythm. I also know that I went to 2 dance clubs in my 4 years there. Maybe that was the problem: the upkeep. I was not in a sorority and didn't do the party scene. Maybe I should have....
Anyways after a fall full of weddings and fun, I am just sitting here mourning the death of my dancing skills. Sad day.
Next time you and I are at a wedding together, do me a favor and look the other way...or else you may catch me doing something ridiculous like this:

YIKES
haha check out those fake smiles looking at me....I don't blame them!
Oh, and to make matters worse, my wonderful hubby has certainly spread his wings on the dance floor. You want entertainment?- Watch him! It will be the best night of your life.
That's all for now.
