D.W.T.S. delayed reaction

So are you telling me that if I seriously take up ballroom dancing, my back will look as strong, toned and unbelievable sexy as Joey Fatone's partner, Kym Johnson? Will some of Laila Ali's impossibly lovely grace rub off on me, the klutz to end all klutzes? I never really watched that show but I caught the season finale and, my God!! You could bounce quarters of those dancers' thighs/butts/shoulders! Not to mention their insane talent...I would find myself grinning like a fool just watching them dance. I want to be on that show. I want to dance with the stars. Apolo Anton Ohno...Emmitt Smith...Ratzenberger...just give me somebody! Maybe this explains my lifelong infatuation with being a Janet Jackson backup dancer.

This is so random, I know, and I meant to post it three days ago, but first I confused Tuesday as being Wednesday and then I spent yesterday on a crazy caffeine-fueled deadline bender.

More to come.

PS Not matter how much I covet their lean limbs and twirling finesse, I would never, ever wear that ridonculous Star Wars get up. A girl's gotta draw the line somewhere.

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"There is nothing more notable in Socrates than that he found time, when he was an old man, to learn music and dancing, and thought it time well spent."