Lord of the dance

G here, once again.
Because a number of you asked, I am posting a couple of pictures of paradise.

Today's adventures consisted of meetings in the morning and Hula lessons this afternoon. No, not Jerry. He did not dance the ancient Hula, although that would have been mighty entertaining. Instead, J came and took pictures and video as I haplessly flailed my arms, sashayed left as others turned right, and looked like a stuck log as we were commanded to flow like clouds. You get the picture.

What, you may ask, ever possessed me to take a Hula lesson? I will tell you. Peer pressure. Yup. The "head spouse" pushed me into it and told me that all the cool spouses were doing it. I'd be a nobody if I didn't try. She ignored my protestations and told me that if I ever wanted to be in the cool girls' group, I needed to do this. Then she'd be my bff. Having never been in any cool girls' group before, how could I turn down instant admission and the Mai Tai's she was offering?

Turns out, I still belong on the math team with the other nerds - but I had a lot of fun confirming that, once again! - And the head spouse? she belongs on the math team with me!

And no. We will not be posting the video.