take her to a pole-dancing lesson or two (can you say “stripper school”??), since they’re offered at the fitness studio and I’m already paying for unlimited classes anyway!
[inner vixen quivers with excitement, outer-clod quakes with fear!]
Contemplative Jenn is longing, forcefully
Now who’s vixenating?! Yes, yes! Pole dancing, yes! I can already see the dollars making their way toward that g-string ;-)...
It’s (allegedly) great for limbering up those muscles you don’t use all the time, and it’s sexy and fun, and a great skill to whip out at parties (OK, settle down, just kidding).
At least give it a try. Once. Who knows, quaking may just find its way back to quivering. I wish I lived closer, we could learn together! (how fun would that be—the giggles alone would be priceless!)
{{{{{Rin’s inner vixen}}}}}
I don’t know what all goes on at your parties Jenn, but PLEASE, put me on the invite list! hahaha
Alas, I would love it if we lived closer – for pole-dancing classes and all other manner of giggle-associated mayhem. (Have you given any thought to becoming Canadian?? Could you see you and the fam as a group of hockey-lovin’, ridiculously high tax-payin’, maple syrup-eatin’ canucks??)
Contemplative Jenn is longing, forcefully
Given the reprehensible antics and direction of our current national leadership, and the narrowing social climate of our beloved nation, we have often joked about (or semi-seriously considered?) moving to Canada. We are, after all, lovers of both hockey and maple syrup, and hell, living in CT we already pay high taxes. The way I see it, we’re in!
The question is, rabble rousers as you can see that we are (those parties and all), would Canada have us? ;-)
Contemplative Jenn is longing, forcefully
the art of pole dancing, those Canadian parties will have a whole NEW style! ;-)
You ladies sounds like fun (scum suckers and all). Forget the fam, I’m movin in! ;-)