Meet Amy Stephens…the other dancing housewife.
This is dedicated to all Senior 2 and older dance sport athletes…
Dancers shout merde at each other all the time. Beautifully coifed women in Swarovski crystal laden gowns and dapper men in suits and tails shouting merde at one another around the ballroom seems odd, but it’s how we say good luck. The custom is rooted in NEVER saying good luck to performers because silly superstition dictates that to do so actually causes bad luck. One says break a leg to thespians, musicians and singers, but obviously
Honesty Is Not the Best Policy
It is widely accepted that honesty is the best policy. I, however, do not agree. Early in my career as a mommy-blogger, I addressed this topic in a post I wrote about an exchange that took place twenty-five years ago between me and my then three year-old son. (NOTE: I was eight months pregnant at the time.)
“I’m thorry to tell you thith, but your butt’s pretty big.”
(See NOTE above.)
I’m on Twitter! Now you can follow all my hijinks (translation: PLEASE FOLLOW ME) at @TDHousewife or if you’re new to this whole Twitter thing click HERE and click FOLLOW…I think. You have to have a Twitter account to follow people (or dogs), so if you don’t have one, go ahead and sign up, login and follow me…pretty please.
ANYWAY, I’m on Twitter and yesterday I noticed this tweet from the hilarious Thoughts of Dog (@dog_feelings)…