You Got Talent

I am one of those white dudes that absolutely refuses to dance. I've been called everything from a party pooper to a wet blanket, to whatever else you can think of for someone who will go to a party and not dance. I just don't do it. Can I dance? Yes. I was Mr. Counterpoint in 5th grade. (For those of you who care, Counterpoint was the dancing group at my Elementary School. It wasn't like a dance team, think more the Aggie Wranglers, only not so cool). It's not that I can't dance, I'm just always afraid that I'm going to look like a Chihuahua that just got tossed in the deep end.

On the other hand, my wife is quite the dancer. She will dance to anything, anytime, anywhere. She doesn't care if there isn't any music because there is always something playing in her head. So, for those of you who haven't seen my wife dance, I present to you the Munchie (what I call her school) Academy Talent Show featuring....My Wife.

For the rest of you, the regularly scheduled blogging will resume shortly (e.g. I'll tell you all about our San Fran trip, and other things that have happened since Christmas...Even though it's already almost May).

And no, I wasn't drunk when I took the video. If only I had that as an excuse....