For the past nine weeks I've been watching DANCING WITH THE STARS. I really enjoy this show, even though I have absolutely no sense of rhythm or dancing ability.
I'm happy with the couples who made it to the finals, even though I disagreed with a few of the earlier eliminations. I'm looking forward to next week's final show. Unfortunately, I have a meeting which I must attend, so I'll either have to run through the meeting quickly or tape the show.
As a child, I really wanted to take dancing lessons, but at the time it wasn't possible. But I still see myself gliding across the floor in the finals of the competition. Then I wake up