See that. Right there. No, it’s not a picture of my stretch marks. Well, if you look close enough… Stop that.
It’s a bruise. Now, I had to crop the picture - so as not to transmit a picture of my mama-booty to the united world wide interweb… is that what the kids are calling it these days?
That bruise is located on the forward area of my hip… and the other hip. Yes, both hips. How on earth? Break dancing. Yes… break dancing. More specifically - The Windmill:
To rip-off an exclamatory phrase from my darling gal-pal Emily, “Ohmygollyholycowstarsalmighty!” I couldn’t just stop at “disco” when researching moves last night. Nnnnooooooo. I had to move on to the Grandchild of Disco - break dancing. Again, “Ohmygollyholycowstarsalmighty!” Of course, research isn’t research without field study… right? Hey, to my credit, I didn’t even try to do The Caterpillar… this time.
And 24 hours later - I can’t lay on my left side. Um. I can’t lay on my right side either. I can’t tell if my butt is bruised or if my muscles are just sore. My hunch is it’s both.
Breakdancing? I feel compelled to remind you that we are 35. Seriously, that kid made it look so easy, I was tempted to try it myself. Sca-ry!
Ouch! I am 23 and can’t even como close to breakdancing…. I’m not even good at Salsa. And it’s in my blood!!!!!
I love breakdancin’… I was showing my 2yo how to do The Robot! I have too much whiteboy in me to be anything more than a droid with the need for some major oilage.
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Woman! You are crazy! I’m impressed that you even tried, though.