My heart has wings and I can fly I'll touch every star in the sky
Thursday started off with Disney sing-a-longs and JT break it down's on the road trip to what just may be the equivalent of heaven. We got to the hotel to find an entire wall of windows on the 25th floor in downtown Vancouver and it seemed like perfection even though at first I couldn't get within 4 feet of the windows. That night Lauren and I slept right up against the wall of windows and one of the windows actually opened right up, we were brave although I was horribly terrified that little Lauren could have slept crawled right out that window and fallen the 25 floors in the middle of the night. The next three days and two nights we watched competition after competition, did a tiny bit of Robson shopping and a good amount of Robson strolling, and all around had the time of our lives. I forgot how to breathe and my heart stopped constantly friday and saturday night and I swear to gosh I will never be the same again after this weekend.
I no longer hate Valentine's day and everyone who has to put up with my rants can thank Valentin Chmerkovskiy
Lauren may be peacing on out to Jersey any day now.
And I have put aside my Pamela Anderson KFC sized hatred for Denmark as well for this one man, well the woman too because jesus h christ I almost fainted when I found myself washing my hands in the sink beside her in the washroom one night.
Mr. and Ms. Gorgeous came in second and were asked to do a showcase dance which is now officially my favourite story.
It needs no explanation. I only wish I had the music to share with you to complete it.
To finish off the weekend of heart palpitations and ohmygosh gasps they decided to also make my ovaries quiver slightly
If it gets increasingly harder to get a hold of me starting next week, I'll be in a dance studio with my big dreams.
I no longer hate Valentine's day and everyone who has to put up with my rants can thank Valentin Chmerkovskiy
Lauren may be peacing on out to Jersey any day now.
And I have put aside my Pamela Anderson KFC sized hatred for Denmark as well for this one man, well the woman too because jesus h christ I almost fainted when I found myself washing my hands in the sink beside her in the washroom one night.
Mr. and Ms. Gorgeous came in second and were asked to do a showcase dance which is now officially my favourite story.
It needs no explanation. I only wish I had the music to share with you to complete it.
To finish off the weekend of heart palpitations and ohmygosh gasps they decided to also make my ovaries quiver slightly
If it gets increasingly harder to get a hold of me starting next week, I'll be in a dance studio with my big dreams.