Dance With Me

Never have I been one to stay up late, so needless to say, we tape everything on TV. Maybe the correct word is record, Tivo? all I know is that when I wake up between 4:30 and 5:00, I can watch it all. So this early morning, Dancing with the Stars was my drug of choice. I was giddy, it was also Broadway night, AND Kristin Chenoweth was going to sing, happy Tuesday to me.
You see, in my next life, I want Kristin's voice and Bob Fosse to mentor me. Hours on hours, of jazz hands, with Bob and his cigarettes!!! and sing......I would not even speak, every word would be in song. Broadway baby, here I come, even from my perch in the den. My hubs looked at me from across the room and asked?? "What are you doing with your hands?" "YOU SHOULD RECOGNIZE THIS MOVE! " and.... "IT IS CLEAR THAT YOU DON'T, I'M PRAYING TO THE DANCING GODS TO SEND ME BOB FOSSE!" and " SOME PEOPLE CALL THEM JAZZ HANDS!"
( God love my Bill, they did not have the Bob Fosse course in Princeton!) ( my all cap letters have calmed down until) " Who is this Kristin person?" "OH MERCY, IT IS THE PERSON THAT YOUR WIFE SINGS LIKE!!!!"
XOXO