Burning Rubber

Happy Birthday to my favorite mom in the world: Sandra P (for Perfect) Hart XOXO!
Pip and Artemis burning rubber at the safety village. I have watched all my little girls drive those cars around that track at the same age. Miranda actually got to see Pip and I gave her my camera to capture the moment. Mist saw Pip’s “driver’s license” and asked if I could take them all there on the weekend. I had to break it to her that there is no way those legs of hers would ever fit into those little cars–Mist has some of the world’s longest legs.
Zumba was fun. Not to brag (OK, to brag a little) I have a natural inclination to Latin American dance. I think I was Latin American in my last life. The dance moves come naturally and Mexican food is my favorite. My teacher is Brazilian. She has a massive, round bottom. She points to it as she sways in a sultry way and it giggles all on its own. I am missing that fantastic appendage. Zumba requires a a big, sexy butt. I thought about designing Zumba underwear: a silcon pad in each cheek that giggle all on their own when you move.
My upper back is in pain. I lifted too heavy of weights at the gym on Wednesday. It is so hard to gage. My muscles can handle heavy weights but my spine cannot. The spine wins out–no more pushing to lift heavier weights.

Thurday night is Peter and my date night. I love date night. We always enjoy it. Ususally we go to a movie. Last night was “The Ghost Writer.” I thoroughly enjoyed it. Although, as soon as Pierce Bronson walked onto the screen I thought, “Granny”–as in my Grandmother Forsyth. As Pierce ages he looks more and more like a male version of my late grandmother. They could be siblings: their features, near-black wavy hair, pale skin and blue eyes. Pierce is as handsome as my grandmother was beautiful.