I probably shouldn't say 'men', but rather 'man'...mine. after watching 'Dancing with the Stars', I had a brilliant idea this morning that we should learn how to dance. soooooo, I mention it with glee. suddenly Dave's face fills with pain.....more pain than if he were grabbing his chest suffering 'the big one'. (I actually think he was on the verge at that moment) he manages to croak out a little broken 'what????' DANCING, dear...how fun would that be?!! just imagine yourself doing the 'quick step'! he calms down a bit and says 'tooo bad there isn't anywhere around here, oh well'. 'I can find somewhere, dear!!!' last I saw he was running to his truck...I think he laid a little rubber in the driveway. hey...didn't I suffer thru that bowling league for 3 years even after learning it wasn't about drinking....but that they actually expected you to bowl?????? YES. am I not the person that falls asleep propped up against the plywood in Home Depot while he looks thru EVERY 2X4 there with a magnifying glass??? YES am I not the one that pretends it's fun to look at a bunch of old cars at something called Cruisa Palooza (yes, it's a big event around here) knowing that if I wanted to look at an old car I could just hang out in the comfort of my own garage while in my jammies??? YES so....what's a little 'quick step'??? I better change my tactics and bring this up at a prime moment later.