Today at Whole Foods, HT and I parked in the upstairs ramp. We took the stairs, rather than the elevator. It’s a big staircase which opens up into a giant produce department.
“Can we pretend we’re on Dancing With the Stars?” I asked as we started our decent.
He linked his arm in mine.
“Todd O’Neil, and his partner, Michelle O’Neil.”
We strutted down the steps like we owned the place. Smiling, nodding.
Like we’re headed to the semi-finals!
Like we’ve got it in the bag!
Don’t be fooled by my sweat pants. A couple of measures in we’re going to tear them off to reveal a skimpy, fringe laden, glittery costume.
His shirt is coming off.
It’s Monday after his 7th day on. After a brutal week on the home front. Tonight it’s the Thai that binds us. Thai food that is. Take out. Every other Monday.
It doesn’t take much to make me happy.
(Cue the red lights and the heart beat).
Revealing what I love…in no particular order…Thai food…Dancing With the Stars…and Todd.
(What? You expected me to go a whole season without a Dancing With the Stars reference? Surely you jest)!