Zumba seems to be all the craze around here. I have several friends who absolutely love it and periodically post about it on facebook.
At first I thought it was some strange disease "I'm so sore from Zumba," or maybe even a foreign city "I went to Zumba last night" or maybe some new boyfriend "I LOVE Zumba!!!!!"
So I asked a friend and she told me what it was and I checked it out on google and youtube. Because if it's not there it's not anywhere. Right?
I even tried it. That's when I discovered the truth about myself.
I don't have Zumba hips. Really, I don't.
They break it down into little steps and they make it look so easy. But then they want me to wiggle my hips. But I can't do it. My hips don't lie.
Oh, I do manage to do a little wiggling, but instead of looking gorgeous like they do, I look like I'm being attacked by an army of marauding ants. That are crawling all over my body. And biting me.
Either that or I look like I'm giving birth to jello. You know, the kind that wiggles?
I don't care though, because I had a blast. So I've
Or maybe I'll just buy it for "him" for Father's Day, because I'm just really generous that way. Maybe I'll buy him some cute yoga pants and a cute little top too.......