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Tuesday, February 24, 2009
King and Queen of Dance
Lest you think I am prancing around the house without pants doing absolutely nothing in Saudi, I thought I'd give you a glimpse into our home, and prove to you that I am doing a modified form of nothing here. Last night the hubster popped in an instructional dance DVD and our living room became a private dance studio, where he learned a proper stance when holding a partner. After we came to the end of the stance segment (about 5 minutes), he announced that he had already learned so much; he looked like Columbus discovering the New World. I have to say, in between laughing fits, I was very very impressed with him. We learned the basic boxstep for waltzing. Then his interest waned and he moved onto other things. By the way, I am indeed pantless right now as I write this, and no one is here to make me put pants on. Hi mom!