Wait. Nope. Kristin Cavallari is just my reminder that I don't want to drive to GiGi's Cupcakes.
Honestly, we are awful at dancing. AWFUL. There is no "shaking it like a Polaroid picture." It literally hurts to watch me dance in the mirror. However, I do like the idea of doing a class with Husband. Even though my feet are covered in blisters and it has been proven that the top half of my body does not bend/shake/shimmy, I love knowing that
we get to spend time together Husband is way worse than me.
Next Class? Go Here. Yep. Harvards take two.