My Thought Process On The Dance Floor

Whenever there's dancing going on at a bar or party, I start to get a little nervous on whether or not to partake. The thought of shelling out my awkward dance moves that include but are not limited to: the fax machine, the sprinkler, the cabbage patch, etc. (you get the idea), makes me feel uneasy.

But then I think to myself, "If tonight was the last night I had my legs, would I be happy with either dancing conservatively, or not dancing at all?"

The answer to this is always, "HELL NO!"

Thus, you will find me on the dance floor shamelessly shaking what my mama gave me, and I encourage you to do the same! :)