So, here I am, stuck in the house with three over-active kids because of an ice storm (and impending snow/sleet storm). I'm angsty and working through all sorts of emotional demons. And my husband sends BigBro in to the school room, where I am buried in the computer screen, to ask me to help judge Dance Idol.
I agree, mostly out of curiosity than actual desire to leave my angsty self behind.
He has the tv turned to the 80s rock channel, and the kids are taking turns dancing and lip synching to the songs. We have to rate them on creativity, dance moves, and rhythm. It was hysterical. I was laughing so hard, my side ached.
Surprisingly (or not!), each of the kids ended up winning a round.
Then we all got into it, dancing to "Promises, Promises" altogether.
Finally, a slow song came on, DH sent the kids up to get ready for bed, while he moved me around the dance floor.
And, that, my friends, is why I married him.
Monday, January 31, 2011
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Now that sounds like a fun, happy evening. Hubby sounds terrific.
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