I loved your comments on Saturday's post. Thank you all so much. Living with an ADD spouse does take a lot of patience, and as I've said a million times, I have the patience of John McEnroe in five o'clock traffic. In that case, I really wasn't in any big rush to get my mail and his "two to the eighth smarty-pants power" was pretty entertaining. Oh, but believe me, there are times when that ADD shit makes me positively mental.
Everybody has something, though. God knows I'm a royal pain in the ass. A couple of weekends ago, Mike and I and my friend Gail went to see a show in town called Jewtopia. It was a cute celebration of Jewy-ness and one part had me convinced that I, in fact, am actually a Jew and not just a big fan of them.
There was this one skit about a Jew searching for the perfect table in a restaurant. "No, not near the kitchen... Over there? Under the vent? Are you crazy? No, I want a booth... Not that one! Not near children... That one over there would be okay, but it's too close to the speaker..." I put Mike through that hell every time we eat out! I was just talking about this with my whack-job blogging friend Debbie of From Venting to Viggo; we're both the same way.
And that's just the tip of the iceberg of what Mike has to put up with. We're a match made in reality show heaven.
To make up for my mental-ness, I am working really hard to give him a rock-hard sexy body to enjoy. I'm only three pounds away from my goal of 134.anything and this week, in addition to my usual ballet and dance fusion classes I started Showgirl 101. What a blast! At the beginning of the class, the teacher asked, "Has anyone ever danced in heels before?" to which I replied, "Not sober!" That's not quite true--I've danced plenty of times in heels to a rock band, but doing real steps is another thing.
We started simply walking across the floor like a showgirl and then progressed to a series of step-ball changes and hip movements. There were only three of us in the class--me, a slender and beautiful young girl who was probably a little older than my kids, and a woman named Becky who was probably a little younger than my mother. Or maybe not.
So guess which one of us totally rocked it? Becky! And let me make it clear that she's not one of those aging, well-preserved typical Vegas women complete with the facelift. No, she's probably about five feet tall and could pass for your favorite aunt. She was sexy as hell--she really knew how to move!
It was so cool to watch her. The young woman and I were both a little, "I hope no one's secretly videotaping this" as we danced across the floor; I'm getting better, but I'm still a little spastic when it comes to following dance steps. But Becky just let loose and enjoyed herself. And it showed.
So anyway, dancing is doing the trick for me. I feel fantastic and I must look pretty good, too. Did you see my Facebook post on Sunday?
It's all so fun. That's what life is all about, no? What kind of fun are you having these days?