I am now the proud owner of a pair of jazz shoes and a pair of tap shoes because I have signed up for a contemporary jazz class and a tap class (both for beginners because, well, I’m a beginner). I’m very excited. The first class is a week from tomorrow.
While I was out shopping for these shoes, John spent the afternoon upstairs with Riley, who still isn’t allowed on the furniture. The last time we allowed him to sleep on a piece of furniture on a regular basis (a wicker loveseat we kept on the sun porch in our last house almost TEN years ago), he ate it. Chewed it all to bits ATE it. So now, Riley isn’t allowed on the furniture, and he knows it. We know he knows because he never tries to get on the couch or the bed when we’re at home (only when we’re away and he thinks he can get away with it). Usually. He’s getting bolder. Today, with John just across the hall in the office, Riley got on the bed twice. I guess his dog bed with an old cushy comforter on it isn’t soft enough anymore. I’ll know he’s made the next logical leap when he tries to get on the bed while we’re still in it.
Wombat Central
I took adult tap a few years ago and had a ball. Hope we get blog updates on your progress! 🙂
Jess
Hmm … Maybe if I take a tap class, too, we can do our own version of that scene with Gene Kelly and Donald O’Connor from Singing in the Rain. You know, the whole “Moses supposes his toeses are roses” bit. For family entertainment. And possibly bribes. Just think of it as a business venture. I think we’ve got something here …
Jess
Except that I’m hopelessly uncoordinated. Crap.
Zannah
Updates will certainly follow!
Jess, please don’t be that hopelessly uncoordinated because that would be THE BEST. I love that scene.