She doesn't have to know, does she??????She probably had, right up until...... now.
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She doesn't have to know, does she??????She probably had, right up until...... now.
Just curious - I always do - my husband never does. I pull all my moves out: the Dougie, Roger Rabbit, - everything I've got. I'd rather dance than sit until my butt gets numb trying to make small talk with people I don't know (this is my husband's office party). There's one European guy there who dances, but other than that, its just us cool women on the floor. What gives? Of course, I count on him to tell me enough is enough and get me outta there before things start going wrong as they so often do when we drink.
I'm not telling... but she does do this annoying thing called... 'reads all of the posts'.She doesn't have to know, does she??????
Love to see you twerk Marsha!!!!
I'd likely be one that you would be scaring up... yep, that's me... hiding behind my beer bottle. (I don't usually do glasses... seriously, some of you wouldn't take me out a second time. )Yes I do dance at parties. I'm one that will get everybody up and moving . . .I scare them onto the floor with threats! Good times . . .I like good times!
I usually just threaten to show incriminating pics I have of them- they'll do anything to keep those under wraps...hehehe.Yes I do dance at parties. I'm one that will get everybody up and moving . . .I scare them onto the floor with threats! Good times . . .I like good times!
I usually just threaten to show incriminating pics I have of them- they'll do anything to keep those under wraps...hehehe.
I'd likely be one that you would be scaring up... yep, that's me... hiding behind my beer bottle. (I don't usually do glasses... seriously, some of you wouldn't take me out a second time. )
Reporting for duty, Sargent Dance-alot!!!I cuss 'em out til they get on the floor . . .I become the dance sargent!
GREAT attitude! I find that the older I get, the less I care what anyone thinks, as well. Having much more fun in my 40s than I did in my 30s (or even late 20s). Life finally led me to understand that almost no one is really looking at anyone else--we're all worrying about what others are thinking of US. As soon as I realized that, life became a lot looser.Yup, simply because the better half does, and it makes her happy. Although liquid lubrication helps tremendously. I’m not very good, pretty bad in fact, but as time goes on I’ve come to realize that I care less and less what other people think, and just concentrate on what makes those I care about most happy. (Ok, hit me with the Elaine Benes comparisons for the second time this week. I can take it )
GREAT attitude! I find that the older I get, the less I care what anyone thinks, as well. Having much more fun in my 40s than I did in my 30s (or even late 20s). Life finally led me to understand that almost no one is really looking at anyone else--we're all worrying about what others are thinking of US. As soon as I realized that, life became a lot looser.
Or, if Cheryl Lynn comes on singing "Got To Be Real," watch out.
Oh man! Yes, yes - they didn't play that for us last night but that would have been a good one. I am happy to say I didn't twerk and I didn't see anyone else twerking. I did wobble though - I forgot about that one - good for the quads. I had lots of fun on the dance floor. The husband was so proud - but not once did he join me. It was mostly just girls on the dance floor.Or, if Cheryl Lynn comes on singing "Got To Be Real," watch out.
I twerk all the time, but it's not the Miley way. It's a combination of twitching and jerking spasmodically. Some day, we will dance the dance of our people together, and we will hold our heads up high. Until that muscle spasm jerks it off to the left.I dance sometimes... but then I get incredibly self-conscious and lose my sense of rhythm and wind up doing this shuffling thing that then turns into me basically standing there and bending slightly at the knees and then I gradually work my way off the dance floor.
...I dance like the redneck I am...which means I have moves that are a cross between a seizure and a massive cerebral infarct...although I feel like Michael Jackson(with his original nose)after a few cups of cheer...Tracy won't dance with me, coz she is uncomfortable due to our size difference...it hurts her neck...
...that is my winner for the day..."the dance of our people"...wonderful!...makes me want to gather the bonfire fixin's right now...I twerk all the time, but it's not the Miley way. It's a combination of twitching and jerking spasmodically. Some day, we will dance the dance of our people together, and we will hold our heads up high. Until that muscle spasm jerks it off to the left.
...can I hug you please????...I NEVER get to hug a tall gal....and I love giving and getting hugs....I'd dance with you, Giant… seeing as I'm five foot 11. Mens' heights were always a concern when I was younger and danced a lot. I felt like an Amazon woman when I danced with a man shorter than me!