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Yalla Habibi

So, you know, I've kinda started taking bellydancing on Thursdays (perhaps soon to not be Thursday anymore) with The Mrs amongst others.

Bellydancing = BIG FUN WITH HIP MOVEMENT! (Um, who knew SBD the Dancing Queen was SO not coordinated? Note to self: you bess be practicing, gurlll)

But, as fun as the class most definitely is, it is not really the best part. The best part, darlings?

I GET THE HOUSE ALL TO MYSELF FOR THE WHOLE NIGHT, SANS WEE CHILD.

Um, I mean, the beloved spawn of my womb also gets stimulation and entertainment in a nurturing, social building setting at his grandparents' house.

Yeah. That's what I meant.

p.s. Belly dancing in some fun shit, people. You, based solely on my word and recommendation, should try it. This weekend I think I'm going to go get some fake eyelashes and some glitter glue. You know, for my costume. I may even splurge on a rhinestone dotty between your eyeballs jewely thing. I can hardly wait for turban night!

p.s.s. I know what "lalalalalalalala Yalla habibi!" means and you don't!

11:05 pm - 08.14.03
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