...and it was a schoolnight, too.

Lately, I find myself dancing with a short Latino guy who doesn't miss a beat. It's an aerobic workout just to keep up and after a few songs I am drenched with sweat (last night, I didn't properly dry my hair and so I had this crazy rock-star/Muppet-head thing going on, as well). I don't know his last name, or what he does for a living, but if this keeps up any longer we're going to have to get married. It's just way too much fun and my husband would never approve. Good thing he's nowhere in sight...

Just for today, I can dance salsa.