Dancing Queen. . ./New Guest House

Not so young or sweet, nowhere near 17. . . .

Betchya can’t guess where I went last night. OK, so I went to my dance class. And we started to learn a real dance!

I can’t believe how much fun I’m having. I guess I’ve really been missing out on something that inspires passion in me because I feel better emotionally/mentally/physically than I have in a really long time.

It also helps that it’s a really good workout that makes me not really feel like I’m working out. Pretty soon I’ll have legs of steel! If only those legs could grow about four inches longer. . .

By the way, have you taken a chance to go see my renter yet this week? I’m thinking we need to do something to spruce up the guest room a bit, what about you? *impersonates hammers, nails and other such construction sounds*

Ta-da! I present the new and improved Glamorous Guest House:
Isn't it gorgeous???

While visiting, make sure you take a minute to read in the Glamorous study:
(of course it's the drawing of what it looks like. Because I'm good. But I'm not THAT good.)

Or perhaps join me for a movie in our own comfy home theater:

For the ladies, handsome cabanna boys will be at your beck and call. And for the guys, a sultry cabanna girl (plus I hear there's a wet t-shirt contest down the block every Friday night) ;)

So what do you think,Hot House Momma Is this house hot enough for you? :)

So why don't y'all knock on the little window over -----> there and say hello. And if she's not around, I'll be whipping up some margaritas for us to enjoy here (or whilst oogling the hired help):