Dance, make her dance!

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Getting a case of the school girl giddies over the inappropriately hot and young trainer at the gym.
Embarrassing the ish out of myself when in what can only be described as a Freudian slip my smoothie shot up out of my water bottle and foamed all over the gym floor.
Yeah, that happened. Totally channeled Awkward Black Girl .
And it serves me right.
After all, I proudly belong to the black and happily married with kids club.
Know your place. :0)
Mine is with a guy who I’ve known for 21 years, have been married to for nearly 10, and who has promised a hot date tonight.
Now mind you, we had to get on the same page on what that date would entail.
He originally envisioned a night of indoor mini golf at a local pub followed by me dropping it like it’s hot to some thug song we heard with the refrain “dance, make her dance.”
I was thinking about putting on a sexy dress and heels, sipping cocktails, and dancing to salsa.
Not telling where we compromised.
Let’s just say that either way I get to wear those heels. ;0)
Here’s to keeping it spicy.

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About domesticpolichick

My life is a crazy jumble of sitcom-level domestic hijinks and fast-paced political reporting in the nation's capital. Breastfeeding while doing a phone interview with a senator...yep, I've done it and no, I won't reveal the name. Toddler calling a member of Congress on the cell..yeah, that really did happen. Pregnant in high heels on Capitol Hill trying to chase down a particularly grumpy senator, yeah...that was nuts. But what can I say? I'm just one domestic polichick trying to figure out the work-life balance.
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