I'm trying not to name my next child after any of my friends' dogs. You're not making it easy: Stella, Gracie, Penelope, Scamp… All good names.
KISS more when you dance. No, no, not that kind… Or else you end up with my last point… Keep It Simple, Stupid. Social dancing or competitive dancing, I don't want to feel the work that you're doing. Do something that you know how to do. It'll be great. Even if it's just a box step.
This great latin pro, Paul Green, and his former partner, Aleksandra Gisher, did a show where they just did bronze-level (beginning, more or less) "figas" for each of their show numbers and it was amazing. Amazing and bronze. Cool.
I'm pregnant. Have been for seven months now. (And off and on for three years or so.) I know that I'm pregnant. You do not need to tell me that I'm pregnant or how I'm getting bigger. Thanks. Please don't ask me how many kids I'm going to have… Seventy-four… I don't know. Three seems like the obvious answer right now.
(This is not me. I couldn't find any preggo pictures of myself right now, so you'll have to wait.)
Sorry about this completely random post. It was fun for me, though. Tomorrow: crochet!
Riot and Frolic 
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