…when she said no to a Dirty Dancing lift by our boyfriend, the Goz. Like, WHAT? WHY? And with those hawt pink come-hither heels on? Surely she didn’t MEAN to refuse. But she did. Maybe the temptation was too much. I know if I was in hawt pink come-hither heels with Ryan Gosling asking to lift me into the air–like Baby who nobody puts in a corner OMG OMG this is the stuff of my teenage DREAMS–I too would be scared of an overexcitement pee or embarrassing squeal. But not too scared to say YES.
Anyway, who took up the slack? Al Roker. Seriously.
Oh, I would give anything to be Al Roker!!! And wow, did I really just write that? Is this what the Goz DOES to me?!?!?!?!? Weird. Whatever. I love it.
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