Twirly

Okay, so I gotta write this quick, cause Tales From the Hood totally just came on Chiller. And um.. that's an important film in cinematic history. Word!

Seriously, cause this guy just pointed out like, what is up with refried beans? If you fried beans right the first time, you wouldn't have to re-fry them. And I'm just sitting here thinking about how deep that is, and how it applies to my life. If you do something right the first time, you don't have to re-do it. Even if it's really tasty the second time. ...

So, innyway. I can't tell you who this person is, or give you any hints, but I have a friend who still makes up dance routines.

With her baton.

Just for fun.

I KNOW! Isn't that the best thing you ever heard of? (I found her baton the other day, and I was drawn to it. I just had to pick it up and twirl it to see if I remembered how. Thank you, 6 years of dance lessons, as I most certainly did.) She is embarrassed by this, and swore me to secrecy, but I think it's so awesome. You wanna know why? Deep down, part of her doesn't care she's being that incredibly lame. And to me, that makes her really fucking cool. Plus, she told me, and not you guys, so that makes me feel special.

Recently, I was talking to her about a fight with her husband. She was telling me that he was being kind of an asshole and led into the story of how they begun their fight, the progression, and finally, Act III, the apology. But then, as most women do when they talk to their women-friends, they go BACK over the story, so we can talk about how he was OBVIOUSLY wrong, and she was so totally right. (I mean.. der! You totally were!)

So she busts out with this little indignant gem. "He just got so mad, and he was yelling, and I mean.... I was in the MIDDLE of my baton routine!"

Hehehehehe.. oh that still kills me.