First, last night I had a dream about my friend Jordan. I haven't seen her enough lately. I called her first thing this morning. It's a good thing I did because we had a lot to catch up on. She's texting me later with three choices of times we can get together. Thank goodness.
Next, a wish. I wish Mac wasn't so into putting on eye black before playing the drums. Who told him that eye black is an essential drumming accessory? I found some greasy eye black on an expensive piece of furniture today. It's time to put an end to the eye black trend. Eye black for baseball only!
Finally, a lie. I begged my mom to let me take dance lessons as a child. Finally, she relented, and I spent hours in studio learning jazz, tap, and ballet. My favorite performance was a jazz number to "I Want You Back" by the Jackson 5. I had a solo and a skirt made of blue fringe. The bodice had sequins affixed to my non-existent bust. It looked a little like this:
2 comments:
I guess your stellar dance moves in your school performances as a teacher come from the hours spent in the dance studio.
I like that Mac is putting on the eye black. I need to put some eye black on today. It seems like a great way to get pumped up.
It's been fun wishing, lying and dreaming with you!
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