Interpretive Dance?

I didn’t get up until 6:30 this morning, because I was out late last night. Twofriends and I went to a Christian concert and didn’t get home til after 10:30. AndI spent yesterday afternoon loafing around in anticipation of that, so I didn’tget around to writing today’s blog.

Withthat in mind, I thought about not adding words to these ridiculous pictures. In2013, Hubby and I took a vacation for a few days to southeast Wisconsin. At apark near Waukesha, for some reason I was inspired to do an interpretive dance.

Ishare these now because last Friday I confessed to wanting to be a stand-up comedianand you already know that I’ve always want to be a writer. But when I was inkindergarten, our teacher assigned us to draw a picture of what we wanted to bewhen we grew up. I distinctly remember my picture. I wore a pink tutu, and my feet,properly on my toes, were as wide as my head, my arms encircling that tiny head. A prima ballerina. 

Ourgoals in life still pop up sometimes.