After a failed attempt at becoming a CFL cheerleader, I decided that my dance moves were indeed better kept to a studio setting. Just me, the speakers, and sweet tunes.
Some people at work call me a cat lady – which I argue. (sorry, true cat ladies). I foster kittens. Which means I don’t actually keep them. Wait…maybe that’s even worse. I don’t know. It’s kind of ideal – like being an aunt – I get to hang out and play with them – and then give ‘em back.
I also like the challenge of untying stubborn knots and parallel parking.