I have Zumba'd three times now. Oh yes I have.

I pulled out the Advanced DVD and I have not died. It's actually pretty fun! My husband leaned in the entryway to our living room and watched me flail around for a few minutes. He gave me a cheery thumbs up and didn't laugh directly at my face, which was nice, considering.

Oh no. Samba time. The good news is my Samba is evolving. It no longer resembles Riverdance, and has moved onto a cross between Running Man and the Twist.

My husband, who isn't much of a dancer, joined in and absolutely nailed the Samba on his first try. What?

WHAT? At least he didn't do the thing where you lick your finger and then touch your butt while making a sizzle sound with your mouth. I would have.

In fact, I did a lot of that a few weeks back. Come read my review of the Lincoln MKT, enter to win a $500 Visa gift card and find out why my buns were so smoking hot that I needed to comment on it.