A head cold is generally bad news. However, a head cold coupled with two strong cups of coffee and a Wiggles dvd- it's like a drunken dance party! The congestion in my head is making me woozy, and the caffiene is making my pulse race. And the Wiggles... well, let's just say I had my kids in hysterics with my Hot Potato/Solid Gold routine.

I used to go dancing several nights a week. I liked the club scene, and then I did the country-western line dancing bar scene for a year or so. I knew how to Tush Push, people. (Oh, that sounds bad.) I learned to two-step and swing dance. I loved every minute of it.

My boyfriend-then-husband didn't like the bar scene, or country music. He SAYS he likes to dance, and true to his word, he shakes his groove thang at corporate parties and weddings. We did take a swing dancing class together, and he was a good lead, and light on his feet. He just never wanted to go out and show it off.

He liked to play Magic, The Gathering. In actual tournaments with 8 year old kids who kicked his sorry butt with their superior card skills. I, being lovesick at the time, learned to play Magic as well. Quite a departure from my usual entertainment. I, too, kicked his sorry butt. Bwahahahahaha!

As time has passed, there has been less actual dancing in my life, and more rhythmic and/or spastic movements. The endless laps with a teething infant. Step step bounce. Step step bounce. The sunblock greased pig derby and doin' the hustle performed while putting away laundry.

I'm so happy to report that my yahoos love to dance. They rock out, and are completely unabashed at trying new moves. It's fantastic. They inspire me to be a giddy fool and execute poorly conceived pikes off of the mini-trampoline and to whirl myself and a toddler around the floor until we both are dizzy enough to hurl. And unlike a real dance floor, we can just lie down until the spinning stops, and then have some juice. The only bouncer we have is the trampoline. Woo!

And the drinks are always on the house.