Next weekend Mr. Bunny and I are going to a wedding. Contrary to lots of folks’ (mostly husbands) opinions about going to weddings, I love love love love LOVE them! Now that my own wedding day is long gone, going to other peoples’ weddings gives me a chance to renew my own marital spirit, reminisce about the magical ceremony Mr. Bunny and I shared, and stuff myself with cake.
However, there is one dark cloud that hangs over every wedding I attend: my pathetic dancing. Unlike my sister Mock, who was the star of her high school glee club (jazz hands ‘n everything!), in my formative years, I was much too busy listening to Ozzy and experimenting with marijuana to ever really learn how to dance. So I am always nervous whenever there is a chance I may need to put my boogie shoes on. To get an idea of how awful my dancing is, imagine a carrot having an epileptic seizure.
So imagine my delight at discovering this clip. I totally know all these moves!
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