Dance

We just finished watching the 1987 film Dirty Dancing. I loved it. There's something magical about dance. I sat there on the couch longing to dance. I don't know what it is about it. The movements, the flow, the smoothness, its just so amazing. I would love to learn to dance. Who knows maybe I'll take some classes... My favorite part of the movie was when Baby and Jimmy were dancing to Loverboy. Ha! Amazing.



"Sylvia?
Yes Micky?
How do you call your loverboy?
Come here loverboy!
And if he doesn't answer?
Oh loverboy...
And if he still doesn't answer?
I simply say baby, oh baby. My sweet baby, you're the one."

Couch Time

Couch time. My favorite thing. I don't want raindrops on roses or whiskers on kittens. Bright copper kettles, warm woolen mittens and brown paper packages tied up with strings sound dull and lame. Couch time on the other hand is great. Doesn't matter whats on TV. Anything would do. Just so long as I have my man at my side.



The worst part is when he leaves. However, it shows how much I loved couch time. Cause I hate, hate, hate it when it ends. One hug, and he's gone. But! I get to smell like him for hours. He smells amazing. Falling asleep, smelling like my guy. Amazingness.