Thursday, January 15, 2009

Accidental Betrayal..

Zumba my dear, I am sorry. I know we had a date tonight. It's just.. I thought it was at 5:30. I thought I was there on time. I was dressed appropriately and looking forward to spending a wonderful hour sweating with you.

It was an honest mistake. I would never leave you for Belly Dancing. I was mortified and embarrassed to find myself in a room with her. I didn't know what to do when she wrapped her jingly, blingy sash around my hips.. so I tied it tighter. Her music was a little bit like yours.. and I gave in.

But she's nothing like you, Zumba! I was a mess. I may have trouble with your shoulder shimmy, but her million-mile-an-hour hip shimmys are much more out of my league.

Please don't give up on me. I'll be there tomorrow. And I know it's at 5:30 this time. Goodnight.