Last night, Keri picked me up for a Zumba date. We’ve gone three times now and apparently I’m so good that I was chosen to lead the class for a few beats…I basically looked like a complete moron and had no idea what to do. And I know the Zumba leader picked me because I’m married to this idiot:
Fortunately, I don’t really get embarrassed anymore because I make a fool out of myself on pretty much a daily basis. And I’m sure more people were embarrassed for me than I was. Just like any other day.
Anyway, the best part of the night was when Keri gave me this:
I love the box, just love it. It’s Martha Stewart (of course) and I will probably re-gift it to someone. It’s just too cute not to share. And I love how it opens:
AND THEN THE BEST PART…
THE ABSOLUTE BEST PART:
ISN’T IT BEAUTIFUL!
And surprisingly, George and I didn’t eat any of it last night. You can guarantee there won’t even be crumbs left tonight, though.
THANK YOU KERI AND EVAN!