Barry and I cooked up a surprise for class tonight, which nearly didn't happen. Why? Well, this is how I spent my afternoon:
Barry: Show me the steps again.
Me: Gangnam style starts playing. I show him the steps. Barry follows.
Barry: Stopping abruptly. No, I can't do this. No, that's it. I can't.
Me: Come on! I told people we had a surprise. This was your idea you have to do it!
Barry: I don't care, I'm not doing it. I'm shitting meself.
Me: Come on...its just a few seconds!
Barry: No. Right, go on show me the steps again.
Anyway, some form of this conversation went on over and over again most of the afternoon. Turns out Barry did follow through with the surprise and it went over really, really well. What was the surprise? In case you haven't figured it out yet....
HE DRESSED UP LIKE ME and did a few seconds of our warm-up song which, at the minute, is Gangnam Style.
Here's my handsome husband:
|There's Barry on the left. That's a dead Mario and Luigi on the right. Dead because they crashed their go karts.|
|Here are some of the lovely Zumbies who sported their costumes in class tonight.|
|Aww...there's the Zumba baby in her first Halloween costume before class. Scary witch!|