You Hula-Hooping-Sex-Symbol You!

Last night I got my mad skills going. First with my Young Women we shook our groove-thang with a little Car Dancing, turned performance, for a talent show. It was fabulous. All should know the car dance, it's required in my mind and my dear high school/college friends would probably agree. While our car dancing with the girls is usually confined to a car, or the "privacy" of the church parking lot, this was for all the marbles. The Young Women were great, a little car dancing, "sprinkler" and a little "lawn mower." And since I just can't seem to get enough of humiliating myself, two friends and I got a little Synchronized Hula Hooping going on for an additional performance. Hula on the arms, neck, hips, arms to hips, the works. Combine this with some tunes and it made for an entertaining evening. Some people in my neighborhood were apparently very unaware that I "had this in me" as they saw me as very "proper, responsible and mature." Ha! In the words of Jeff, "Wow, you REALLY had them fooled."