Welcome to day 2 of Crissy Wants Week!
We could do this forever because as Mister I am sure will tell you, Crissy is an endless bag of need and want and whine, whine, whine.
And what does Crissy want now?
Because I’m a wonderful dancer but I think my raw talent needs to be honed and disciplined just a little bit.
The neighbor Michele and I just signed the girls up for a tap/jazz dance class and well, I’m feeling a little jealous.
I mean look ad teh widdle shoozies she gets to wear!
I’m totally taking that silly little bow off though. It’s just gratuitous.
And when we brought the girls to be fit for their dancing shoes Crissy got a little nostalgic for the days when she was just a wee little Crissy and spent Saturday mornings in tap and ballet classes.
She just loved her tap shoes and she would flap-tap-tap on the kitchen floor until her mother’s ears bled.
And so I tell my friend Lynne that I want to take tap lessons and she tells me tap is gay.
Well, that’s sort of the point. I get to tap my heart out and be Crissy of the Dance AND possibly meet a nice gay. How fun would that be? Tons of fun, Queefs. Tons. But here’s what stuck in my craw. Lynne takes Jazzercize for Jehovah’s sake! I’m talking the kind with Jazz hands and the whole shebang. That’s gayer, I think.
And so it started the following cacophony of eecards.
And then she came out of her office and handed me this:
And now we can’t decide what is gayest. Tap, Jazzercise, having an argument via eecards, or holding a Gay-Off at the library.
You be the judge QUEEFS.
We place it in your capable hands.
Loser must go with the winner to her respective class.
- Okay, so maybe Jazzercise is like, fun or whatever
- Jesus Tap Dancing Christ
- I’ll Kill You Twice, Bitch
- I got a new plant yesterday. Someone was just giving them away and I took it because I love getting new plants. It’s sort of like getting a new pet, except they don’t piss on the floor.
- Crissy Will Pay Dearly For This