Today I came home from lunch with a friend and walked in on an all-out dance par-tay during lunch preparation. Sadly, it took me a minute to put my stuff down and grab the camera, so this is just a small, small sampling of his moves. The man can dance, what can I say? I know what you're thinking: nice calves and a good dancer? That's too good to be true. But, no, friends -- it's all just pure, God-given goodness. And he's mine. Guess I'm just lucky like that. Rest assured, someday I will capture his Bel Biv Divoe and Michael Jackson routines on camera, but for now...here is a little NKOTB for ya.
And, yes, he did threaten to "hurt me bad." Don't worry, folks, those are empty threats. I can take him any day.