Vain Post about Sun Exposure

I wish I could just tan my legs ONLY...my arms are already pretty brown, but my legs pale in comparison.  Literally!

Dancing

Let me tell you about dancing.  Some people think dancing is a socially intimidating activity, something arduous, the result of lots of hard work, and even then something for only now and then.  For weddings.  Or flash mobs.  But here's what dancing really is: it is a drug, and the more you dance, the more you want to dance . . . more.  You've got those happy feet.  The head teacher in the classroom I'm an assistant in said in her end-of-year note to me that I brightened everyone's days with my jigs on the playground--yes, it got to that level!  It intermittantly stays there, the more I dance, like sugar, or coffee, but sooooo much better.  So right now, I want to dance.  Yeah.

Go Figure

So the woman I'm going to babysit for over the summer has everything I want: a labrador retriever, an adorable 4-year-old, an attractive husband, a place in Denver . . . and yet, oddly, she wants to pursue a career, complete an advanced degree, and leave her kid with someone else as many hours as possible!  Weird but true.