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.