Who are you, who-oo, who-oo

Well, the dog boots came, and went. They sent me the wrong boots, arg! I theoretically ordered the summer boots and they sent me the high performance shoes. That would be okay except I email the company before I ordered and they suggested the summer shoes because the high performance shoe would be too warm. Bummer. I called them and they are theoretically sending me the correct boots and I sent back the high performance today. I hope the summer shoes come soon and work out.

I've been obsessed with the Broward Educator we recently recieved in the mail, which is the area community education brochure. I would really like to take a bunch of the classes, but highest on my list right now would be dancing. I really got the itch at Anne's wedding. They didn't really have much music there that was appropriate for the cha-cha or foxtrot to be sure, and to be honest I don't really remember those lessons as much as not. But they had a dance floor and Mike and Stephanie did a little swing to one of the songs (apparently they took some lessons a while ago). And it made me miss the whole thing. That is the one really big Regret (and yes that is Regret with a capitol R) I have from our wedding. We didn't video tape our wedding waltz. Stupid, stupid, stupid! We practiced a bunch-a-bunch-a for that and I think we were actually pretty decent. Why oh why did I not think to have it taped? Bigest. Fatest. Bummer.

Weird occurance of the day: I was in Target and saw some bathing suits and for a long moment I was confused. I thought "it's September, why are there bathing suits out?" I was totally back in Michigan. I had completely forgot that I had moved to Florida.