I cannot believe my wife signed us up for swing dance lessons. I don’t know whatever possessed her. I don’t even know how to slow dance, never mind whisking her around a dance floor with the greatest of ease. When I told her that this was an impossible idea, she just smiled and said, ” This is how to lose your gut.” She had mentioned my ever-increasing middle a lot lately, and suddenly her strategy became clear. The dance class was a dressed up exercise class, and I was to be one being forced into shape. My wife never takes no for an answer. I wonder what I have to wear.
