Dance, Dance

Gots myself a date tonight. A late one. A double one with a friend and her man. But he works late, so the date starts late. Here I am sitting all dolled up: makeup on, freshly tanned, cute hair, new clothes, nails painted, the works. I'm excited to go because I love this friend, and hey double dates are fun. Double date sounds corny though. I prefer two couples hanging out together tonight. But that sounds too long. So middle school vocabulary "double dating" it is.

So what am I doing while waiting? Well, before I started getting ready, because obviously while waiting I'm writing a blog. But anways, what did I do? I danced with Mads! Such a spoiled lil fur ball!