Dancing With My Stars

On Monday and Tuesday evenings I find myself watching ABC’s Dancing with the Stars.  I’m not proud of it, it just kind of happens.  It’s a little nutty, a little funny, and a little interesting.

This show makes me wish I worked out more.  All the guys (except for Wayne Newton) this season are toned and happy-looking.  Their shirts tuck into their underwear and they’re all the same color of tan.  The women are in damn good shape too, even Jane Seymour!  It makes me wonder if all I did was dance all over the place, I’d look like them (not the women though).  I’ll start dancing in the hallways, dancing to the mailbox, to the kitchen even.  Why not dance your way in from the parking lot?  Every little dance helps.  One day I might be dancing past Mark Cuban in the hallway at SuperMegaGloboCompany Inc. 

Note: I just witnessed Marie Osmond pass out after her routine and Mark Cuban dance as a nerd and I STILL want to do it.  I’d even carry that strange disco ball trophy around with me!

~ by jmccullor on October 23, 2007.