If I ever hear those words again while dancing I'll never dance again. Who knew swing dancing could be so much fun, yesterday Jeremy finally convinced me to try this trick where he swings me into the craddle position then throws me over. And to buffer my fear of death he decided to flip me onto the couch...well that didn't go as planned. Momentum and couch springs never occurred to him and after I was told he wouldn't drop me I was convinced I wouldn't hit the ground. Needless to say as soon as I hit the couch I flipped and my lower jaw hit the hard part of the couch, which led to biting my lip and snapping my jaw back together so hard it gave me a headache.
So this moring in Stats 439 someone pointed out to me that I had a bruised chin, and I already knew it but, my lip is busted. And this is supposed to be our first dance...feels more than I got into a fight. Good thing the trick he beat me to death with isn't part of the first dance...it was just something to try.
I really would hate to have a black eye at the wedding...so don't laugh if I do.
Oh and on another note I'm ahead of the game...I've already caught up on thank you notes and mailed them out today.