Gender Roles as they Apply to Square Dancing
When you have a hilarious spouse you pretty much have entertainment for life. After eight years of marriage, Q still regularly makes me laugh so hard that I snort and drool on myself. I can’t think of a higher compliment I could pay to anyone. Maybe I have an odd definition of compliment.
A snippet of conversation we had whilst eating green bean soup and watching Psych (USA, Wednesday 10 PM!);
Q (big puppy eyes): Will you be my partner for everything, always and forever?
Jenna: Of course!
Q (straight face): Great. I need you to be my synchronized swimming partner.
Jenna: Oh, I see. I will if I get to wear a flowered cap and I’ll need water wings.
Q (aghast): You can’t wear water wings in synchronized swimming!
Jenna: No one can tell us what to do. We can make our own damn synchronized swimming rules!
Q: I also need you to be my hoedown square-dancing partner.
Jenna (throwing spoon into bowl): I will promenade the shit out of you.
Q (frowning): That is fine but I really think I’m supposed to promenade you.
I didn’t want to ruin his square dancing fantasy so I did not introduce a refreshing argument about bullshit gender roles. I don’t really have any new pictures to post that are relevant to this topic, so please enjoy these pictures of Q in a kilt and our Corgi, Lew, romping in the yard.

October 15th, 2011 at 11:19 am
i LOVE you two