I know you guys are shocked, but I’ve never been a vixen.

I’ve never been one of those incredibly sexy women that could confidently walk into a room with a plunging neckline, spiky heels, and seductive red lips. I’m not commanding like that.

Again, I know you guys are shocked.

I’ve always been the nice “girl next door.” Pretty predictable. I don’t have to go on. You guys know me. Anyway, sometimes I think it would be fun to throw Will for a loop. Do you guys ever think that too?

I mean, Will’s used to this major cutesy dork, not some woman that makes him fly to the ceiling on a daily basis, you know? I’m just a regular girl. Well guys, I think I’m about to kick things up a notch (in the words of our friend Emril, “Bam!) just to keep Will on his toes. I think that’s important in marriage.

SO-

I’ve decided to take a belly dancing class!

Okay, I know most of you are like- That!? That’s your “thing!” PUHLEAZE! Go play with the little girls, Brittny. You’re not ready for big kid stuff.

Yeah yeah, I know.

Yes, I realize it’s not all that big of a deal, but I thought it would really surprise Will. I wouldn’t have ever thought to take a class like that alone (I think it would be fun to take with a friend, but there’s no way I’d ever attempt to shake my flabby stomach and hips alone!) without intoxication or large amounts of sugar- but I am. I’m going to make an idiot of myself with Heba, the dance instructor. I came to this realization the other night when she was teaching the class to only 3 other women- and they sucked.

Bad.

I figured, “Hey, if I ever took that class I would suck too, but I may be the Head Sucky Dancing girl!” You know, the the head of the JV Cheer squad? That could be me! So, I’m going to join the sucky belly dancing team guys- Yay team!

THe class is every Tuesday, so I’ll be gone on vacation come next class (yay!), so poor Will will have to stick with Cutesy Dork Girl, but watch out. That’s right I said watch out Mr. Will. There’s a vixen inside.

The weekend is here (for me!) Yay! <- note to self, if I’m going to be a vixen I can’t say crap like Yay.

Have a great day! <- hmm, don’t say that either!