It’s true. I love this movie. It’s not the plot – surprisingly enough – it’s the dancing. (I’m so putting that Step Up movie on my Netflix.) I’m supposed to be cleaning the house right now. That was the plan, at least. A little mopping, some laundry. But when I got home from class, I ate a little yogurt and my jelly legs plopped themselves down on the couch to watch the little white girl get down.
Maybe I could do a little sweep dancing or, uhm, dustbunny groove.