Odd Man Out

I keep thinking of things I want to post here and then never do it.

My belly dancing class on Valentine’s Day was pretty fun. We did a partner thing and of course the class has an odd number of people and guess who is the odd man out? Do we ever outgrow the humiliation of our youth?

So I ended up being partners with the teacher which would be fine except for the part where I have to be at the front of the class and where I worry that the teacher will go home and brain herself after watching my poor moves and wondering if she’s cut out for teaching.

Today I am making bbq pizza and I think I will get a medal when I’m done.

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