What’s DWTS? Why, Dancing With the Stars, of course.
I thought it was a silly idea when I first heard of it, years back. I wasn’t into dancing, and I wasn’t into stars, and the idea of wasting my time watching stars dancing badly was just ridiculous to me.
Fast forward a few years, and somehow I caught the show, channel surfing or something, I suppose. Anyway, I liked it. I really liked it. I liked it so much I tuned in the following week. And then the week after that. Yes, I was hooked.
I don’t watch it every season, after all, I have a busy life, but I do enjoy it. I find myself wanting to stay home on Monday nights so I can catch the action live, but I have other things going on, so we frequently record it. Heck, we record it anyway, so we can play back our favorite bits.
The one and only Bindi Irwin with a friend.
Yes, I said we. My sweetheart enjoys it too. I’m not sure he gets quite the same kick out of it that I do, but this season he fell in love with Bindi Irwin, just like everyone else.
We decided that she’s a perfect example of the Law of Attraction at work. She seems to just radiate positive energy, and in return she makes these powerful connections to other people. Yes, I know it’s television, but I really think she’s something special.
I won’t even talk about the finale and the dancing, I’ll leave that to the official sites and the mega-fans. I’m just glad I watched this season, and got to enjoy the entertainment that this group of dancers provided.
Getting out of bed this morning, I realized that I’m on day four of feeling like poop. The hacking is getting worse, the eye that turned red yesterday is oozy, and the nose that keeps running is sore. Ugh.
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