I’m almost afraid to admit this.  It’s sort of on the horrible side.  You might even call it a deep dark secret of a totally different kind.

I watch Dancing with the Stars.

I don’t know how it happened. I used to laugh at my friends when they said they watched this show.  It was something my mother would watch (and yes…she does.) If my grandmother was still alive, I’ll bet she’d be watching it week after week too. Especially since Murder She Wrote has been off the air for years.  But me? No way!

Yes way.

I found myself engrossed after the first episode this season. And the thing is…I don’t think it was a fascination with celebrities that drew me in. Especially this bunch of celebrities. It’s not like Hugh Jackman or Robert Downey Jr. was out there dancing.  No…it was a fascination with the dance. I would absolutely love to take up ballroom dancing!

So that’s going to be my new thing.  I’m going to take up ballroom dancing…over the internet. I mean, it’s not like I’d ever get my husband to go with me to an actual studio. First of all, I tend to draw attention to myself.  Second, he’s not a fan of crowds…or strangers…and both are likely to be found at a dance studio. So, I’m not sure if there is an online class out there, but I’m going to do my best to find one.  And then I’m going to drag out my life-sized cardboard cut-out of Edward Cullen and I’m going to dance around the living room doing the tango. Or my very own version of the tango. 

And I’ll try really hard not to step on Edward’s toes.  

Until then next time…I’ll be dancing!