Dancing Star

(Written Permission Pending)

This post is All.About.Me. I love to dance. Play an upbeat song on the radio, and I can't help myself. One foot, or my entire body moves with the beat. Solo road trips are much more entertaining dancing with the songs (seated, with hands mostly on the steering wheel).

I have not wanted to take dance lessons. To watch someone else and then mimic them is impossible. It is called a TOTAL disability (Too Old To Act Light-footed). And Huggy won't join me because he claims he has no sense of beat whatsoever. I think he hides it.

Since no practical way to earn money dancing is possible, there is no value learning the skill. None. Nil. Nada. So, Dancing With The Stars will have to do. And because this dancer needs an audience, Huggy is nice enough to stop whatever he is doing and patiently watch my commercial-break fleckerls in his home office, attempting to mimic steps of a waltz or another dance. 

Dance & twirl, sweet girl. It's in the blood

This blogger needs a reader, too. It's Huggy.
i love you, my audience-of-one and cheerleader.