Here's what's happening: It's time to work on the Middle School faculty dance number. In advance of the performance, I was recruited by some pals to help with the choreography.
I know, but stop laughing so hard.
After accepting the challenge, I had second thoughts. I emailed Amy. "I'm really anxious about this," I said.
"KC, honestly," she wrote back. "Pull yourself together and get this done."
So I showed up at the planning rehearsal and I suggested some dance moves.
"Those moves are not complicated enough," Lynne said.
And now I'm supposed to be some kind of section leader, and I can't even remember the turns and kicks. The good news is I vow to practice a LOT. Really, a lot.