If you don't hear from me for a few days, please know that I have died from a Zumba class at the local gym. If I haven't died by tomorrow morning, I at least won't be able to move from my bed.
I am sure I will dream of the gal in front of me tonight with the perfect derriere. I hate her with what would be an intense passion if I could work up the energy. Her moves pushed me to shake, twist, gyrate and shimmy beyond my natural abilities. Still, this sucker and nice ass wannabe will be going back for more on Thursday night, that is if I haven't died.
ps: my ink thumping aticle is now up at Scrapjazz. The technique title makes me giggle a little.