Last week I saw THIS (Related Article: NYPD Charity Softball A.K.A. “Chris Christie Should Never… EVER Wear Baseball Pants Again”) 
and it reminded me of a lady I recently saw at a ballroom dance competition. She was wearing a black smooth dress with a deep plunging neckline. It was very dramatic,
I recently competed in my second ballroom dance event, the Michigan Dance Challenge. It was a big event with over 7000 entries and I am exhausted. You might think I’m exhausted from dancing something like a fillion-dillion cha-chas, rumbas, east coast swings, boleros and mambos, but you’d be wrong. Swollen feet and painful hip joints notwithstanding, all that dancing was invigorating. The exhausting part was allowing
I don’t want to brag, but I received a surprising number of messages, comments and emails from folks inquiring about my first ballroom dance competition. So here’s the word: AWESOME.
Those of you who knew me before my career as uber-housewife-and-mother will understand my joy when I tell you hitting the competition dance floor was like reliving my gymnastics days without all the dangerous acrobatics and tumbling passes. Plus I got a snuggy just for entering. As if that’s not