At Last

At last.

There is nothing else to say.

I'm so filled with joy and excitement today. I never thought I'd live to see the day. Now, I wait to see the first female President.

My husband doesn't like to dance. Which is a good thing considering he dances like a chipmunk having a seizure. But I can always lure him out on the floor for a slow dance. Why? Need I explain? THIS IS A G RATED BLOG.

And I KNOW you guys out there say you're happy just being alone. Heck, we moved my mom's furniture out of the attic yesterday and there was a cute mover in his 50s out of a bad divorce who resisted SIX HOURS of my attempts to hook him up with some of my single friends.

But people, when my partner looks in my eyes during a slow dance.... I want it for you. I want you to take the floor while you stare into the eyes of your partner and you sway slowly to the romantic music. I can't help it. There is no better thing in the universe, even chocolate cheesecake with whipped cream.

Except--that Roger's biopsied tissue from this last surgery was squeaky clean and he only has to go back every MONTH! The oncology surgeon was THRILLED with the results!

And the Obama family is in the White House.

Let's dance!