I Know You Think I'm Crazy...

You may say Zumba is not really your thing...

But the voice in your head says differently.

Michelle's Miserable Motives

I did not get my Zumba wear as promised yesterday. It didn't come today either. Disappointed, I slid into my Target spandex as I contemplated the extreme inefficiency of the postal service.  Who is in charge of those drones anyhow? Then, it strikes me. Duh. THE GOVERNMENT. And these days, who's got a say-so in everything government related? MICHELLE. A HA!

But wait, you say, isn't the First Lady supposed to be all about fitness? Wouldn't she WANT you to have your new clothes so you can work out and be healthy? NO.

Papa Tango Bravo

Me. Tomorrow.

Today's TUESDAY!!  I'm so excited. You see, I ordered my first ever REAL Zumba wear a few weeks ago, and it's supposed to show up today.  I've been somewhat of a closet dancer, since most of my moves are only seen by me and my mirror and all those dancers watching me from inside my TV.  In January, I became an instructor and quickly realized that the spandex I was buying on clearance at Target, albeit in bright colors, was not quite as exciting and fun as the layered and fringed neon attire available at Zumba.com. So when I saw they had a sale....(and since I had just beaten Lactose at Ruzzle) I decided I deserved some flashy new duds.  I'm so EXCITED!!!  

If Only I Lived in New York

Today when I was doing Zumba, I was lunging into a deep side squat. I was watching my form in the mirror and didn't notice that my foot caught the edge of a throw rug and slid until I was in full center splits.  If only Bloomy had been around to outlaw harmful health threatening throw rugs.  OOOOWWWWWW!!!