I love my wife. I love her and she loves me. One thing I really like about her is that she appreciates the significance of me attending dance lessons. What a hard thing that is for me to do. I mean, I thought cello was hard. I was right, too. But dancing, whew. It was misleading, probably on purpose so not everyone would drop out after the first night. They started with the easy dances. Fox trot. Slow waltz. I can handle those. Remember me talking about that? Me, Mr. Ballroom Dancer? Last time we tried something they called “Boogie Woogie” which seems to be some form of swing dancing, if I understand all this correctly. It would probably be a lot of fun if I didn’t have this problem coordinating my limbs. And we do it again in about four and a half hours from now. But I’ll do it with a smile on my face because I’m just crazy about Alpha.

Boy, make one single sarcastic post about the marriage counselor and you’re in the doghouse.