Last night as I was upstairs reading I kept hearing these high pitched squeals coming from downstairs. “eeeeeeEEEEEE!!” Christy does that, when she’s happy about something. This would be a good example,
“Hey Christy, wanna go to the Love Sac theater and see a Julia Roberts movie?”
“eeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEE!!”
That, of course, was before we thought about what might really happen on the Love Sacs in those theaters.
Her joyful outbursts went on for several minutes before she exclaimed, “I LOVE THIS SHOW!” several times at the top of her lungs. I decided to go down and investigate. It turns out she was watching Fox’s new hit television show "So You Think You Can Dance?" You’ve seen portions of it, I’m sure. Lots of beautiful people popping and locking, pouting their lips into a mirror, and shooting disheveled looks at each other that say You-Got-Served-nah-nah-nahnah-nah!
I had to see what all the fuss was about, so I went downstairs. While the dancers flipped and twirled their way into my wife’s heart, I went into the kitchen to make a Chocolate Oreo milkshake, then sat down to watch a routine or two. One particular dancer, Craig, who could be on the cover of Straight Teeth magazine and the Ensign simultaneously, took the stage without a shirt on. Of course, he is cut and sexy and moves gracefully.
“Man he his hot!,” Christy said. “Look at his body.”
“Yeah, does my stomach look like that?” I tried to say, but I had a mouth full of milkshake.
As Craig danced his last routine shirtless, I could almost hear Christy holding back on the other end of the couch.
“eeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEE!!”
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man, that show also makes me wanna just eat...in fact, i am making myself an oreo sandwich now. you take off one side of the cooking, leaving the frosty goodness vulnerable, then add more frosty goodness to that, stack it like 4 high, and faster than you can say 4 banger camero, you got yourself an oreo sandwich.
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