Listen.
I know I stopped writing recaps of “The Bachelor,” but I need to say something, and I’ll say it quickly, and then we’ll all brush our hair and put on some fresh lip gloss and move on.
Tenley’s dance = great wellsprings of joy
Now granted, it was a little bit of an uncomfortable joy there at the beginning, but it was joy nonetheless. Plus, I don’t know about y’all, but when David and I were dating, I often relied on choreography and interpretive dance to express my deepest feelings.
Oh, I kid.
And also: if doing ballet as an adult will give me calves like Tenley’s, then mama here needs to run by the store and pick up a fresh pair of pink slippers this afternoon.
There. That was enough.
I feel better now.
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