Mama and I are TIGHT. There isn't much that I manage to keep private from her. (She has acknowledged that she has boundary issues:) One of my cousins says that the legal profession lost a great talent when my mother chose another path because she can get more information out of her subjects than a Philadelphia lawyer. And Mama has become curious about Zumba. What is this strange new thing her baby girl keeps talking about? Is it safe? Is it Baptist? Is there any chance it could lead to a hip replacement or otherwise add to our existing orthopedic files at St. Vincent's??
I'm exaggerating, of course. But last Sunday, after church, meatloaf, and banana pudding (that will be ten extra V-steps and fifteen additional jumping jacks for me this week) she DID ask me to show her "one of those Zumba moves." And I just know she's discussing this new dance phenomenon with my girl cousins down in South Alabama. Here's how I imagine Mama's side of that phone conversation:
How's Valerie? Well, she's taking this new class called Zumba . . .
What?
No, honey, not rumba, ZUM-ba . . .
Well, I'm not sure exactly, but I know dancing is involved because she mentioned a cha-cha . . .
Oh, yes, she says it's lots of fun . . .
Do they serve refreshments afterward?
I think so because she says her salsa's getting better. Did you give her your recipe? No? Well, she must've finally started watching Martha Stewart. And not a minute too soon, bless her heart . . .
HA ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha you are soooooo good, this is WONDERFUL ! ! ! !
Posted by: Candy Hicks | April 21, 2015 at 04:50 PM
Ha! Love that!
Posted by: Valerie | April 27, 2015 at 04:29 AM