After 40-something years, my dorkiness is not going to change. I did not outgrow it, it will not fade. It is me. I embrace it. I name it George. ;-) Want some proof that I'm a dweeb? Check out these blog posts. Go ahead, laugh. I'm used to it.
No, really, I AM A DANGER in yoga
There is a Star Wars reference for everything.
I am sneaky and engage in creative parenting
I fall for purses (it's toward the end, and refers to this: BEASTS )
I also lose battles with my mattress
I might have difficulty in knowing my limitations
I fall asleep in the sun and chase shrimp boats
I often have "one of those days"
And finally... at my mature age and
sensibilities, I have finally learned to dance
like no one is watching - even when someone is
recording it and posting it to Facebook ;-)
Tosca and Chelle Booogie Woogie
Oh, and see that knife I'm holding above?
Yeah, I dropped it during the photo shoot. ;-) My klutz knows no bounds.