Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Good morning crew,

Recently the wife bought a group of lessons at our local Arthur Murray studio (yes, they still exist). The lessons are for all of the for Latin-inspired dances like the salsa, the meringue and the marinara.

Last Saturday she took her first class and she asked me if I wanted to take it with her.

"I'd love to, Hon, but I injured my foot in class and it hurts to walk. I don't think I can handle 30 minutes of dipping, twisting and cha-cha-ing."

She was very understanding about it, and I really do want to be a part of what she's interested in, so I went with her and sat in the bar next door to the studio while she took her class.

So last night when I got home she asked me how my day was.

"The usual," I told her. "Went to work, went to class, and made an appearance at the gym."

"How was the gym?"

"Pretty good. Did my weights. Put in 20 minutes on the treadmill."

"What do you mean treadmill?" she asked. "I thought your foot is hurt."

"It is! It is! I ran on the other foot."

Laugh it up,

Joe

joe@gophercentral.com

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