That there could be a show made just for me called, “So You Just Can’t Dance?”
I gave up in college, after trying country swing dancing. In high school, I had to be the dance team manager. I couldn’t count time. Still really can’t. I have trouble finding the beat. It really is a sad state. Sorry to all of you wonderful music types, of which I seem to be surrounded by many.
Now my dancing is just brought out on rare occasions….like when family is sick and needs a pick me up, or when Eli is grumpy, or when Erin from across the street tries to make me do a Billy somebody hip hop workout video.
Anyhow, all of this to say, No I don’t have a video of my most recent dancing attempt on New Years with our pregnant girls, not even a picture. Thank God!
But, I do think I have found someone about as equally as bad at dancing as me.
I am no longer alone. Naomi, the house mother of the pregnant girls here easily trumps my lack of skill and rhythm. And she’s Kenyan. Shouldn’t she be born with some moves or something???