That there is probably the most misleading post title I’ve ever written. But I can’t say that I care. (I’m afraid I’ve become a bit apathetic about the old blog lately. Can’t really explain it, but I like to think it’s a phase.)
I am not currently tangoing. For one thing, I’m home alone. For another, I don’t even know how to tango. I took some lessons once. They didn’t go well. In fact, if they had carried on, they may well have ended my marriage. And I wasn’t even married yet then. Either that or we might have eventually learned to tango. That would have been cool. I’d like to know how to tango. Like the parents on the Addams Family. Hmm. Maybe we should try tango lessons again. Ack! No! See, folks, this is how you get yourself in trouble even though you know better. Continue reading
My One Precious Life 