Monday, July 28, 2008  A Dance, Perchance?  DH and I are still
going strong with ballroom and Latin dancing. It's gotten to the
point where we've pushed the couches and tables against the wall
of our family room and have agreed it looks better that way
'cause there's more room. We also leave our dance shoes under
one of those tables so we'll be ready at a moment's notice for a
spin around the floor.  We went to a masquerade ball at the
dance studio last Thursday. I went as a Spanish senorita, and
Wayne... well, he was just his handsome self, only with a mask.
The dance parties are fun, yet a bit nerve-wracking. One of the
few rules is that you cannot turn down a dance. This means that
Wayne and I, still with our dance training-wheels on, were
dancing with some incredibly good (and patient!) dancers. I had
it easier- all I had to do was follow. Poor hubby had to keep
some highly trained ladies happy on the floor- talk about
stress.  It's really, really good, though, to see how far you
have yet to go. Humblin