Nope

No way. Not everyone is meant to be a candy cane, and to some, scurrying around in tights is more torture than celebration.

On an early date Rob took me to a club, but mid-dance he stopped, put his hands on his hips and peered at me. “That looks difficult for you.”

It is, and despite his unfiltered assessment, I married him anyway.

I’m keeping Rob.

The Nutcracker will need to find its audience elsewhere.

9 Replies to “Nope”

  1. Haha! What a great story, Kelly. It reminds me of my husband and son watching me with their mouths kind of open. “Honey…you’re twitching,” I think Todd said. Then “Mom, slow down,” my son said. “Use more hips, less shoulders…that’s right, let it drop, be cool.” I will never be cool.

  2. Luckily I set the no-dance or other embarrassing activities policy early in our courtship and she’s kept her peace ever since – we both have keepers ha!

    1. I learned a long, long time ago that someone is always watching so we might as well laugh. (still a funny memory for me.) Happy New Years, Judy.

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