Interpretive Dance?

I didn’t get up until 6:30 this morning, because I was out late last night. Two friends and I went to a Christian concert and didn’t get home til after 10:30. And I spent yesterday afternoon loafing around in anticipation of that, so I didn’t get around to writing today’s blog.

With that in mind, I thought about not adding words to these ridiculous pictures. In 2013, Hubby and I took a vacation for a few days to southeast Wisconsin. At a park near Waukesha, for some reason I was inspired to do an interpretive dance.

I share these now because last Friday I confessed to wanting to be a stand-up comedian and you already know that I’ve always want to be a writer. But when I was in kindergarten, our teacher assigned us to draw a picture of what we wanted to be when we grew up. I distinctly remember my picture. I wore a pink tutu, and my feet, properly on my toes, were as wide as my head, my arms encircling that tiny head. A prima ballerina. 

Our goals in life still pop up sometimes.