Dance Party

On Thursdays, while the laundry's cookin', Ryan and I dance our brains out... primarily to pop music. It's so fun. The only thing that allows the uninhibited dancing of too much to drink is dancing with a four-year-old.

Today when I was dancing, I was thinking of two things:

1.) If I dance/crouch down to Ryan's level, I will get a killer workout for my gluts and quads. For even more workout, dance while holding the 25 pound baby.

2.) Will Ryan always love "my" music this much? I always hated having to listen to my mom's oldies music from the 60s when I was growing up. It was so lame. Ryan, at this point, loves my 80s dance music. At what point does my music become "Oldies"? And will he still like it? I'd like to think he will, because he likes to dance, and there's been so much less great dance music in recent years. (Save Mika's "Love Today"... great dance song.)

Dance party's over. I need a shower now.