I wish I could come up with some way to have my fifteen minutes of fame like Melissa Rycroft (without going on a lame show like “The Bachelor” and getting my heart ripped out by some loser!) so I could be a contestant on “Dancing With the Stars”.
I’m watching the show from last night, wishing I could samba and jive my way across a shiny dance floor with Tony Dovolani or Mark Ballas. How fun would that be?
And the workout? Come on! I can only imagine why my legs would be like after being on the show! Of course, they won’t be longer, but maybe leaner?
Sigh. A girl can dream, can’t she?
I dream every time I watch it — even in this ailing old bod, I can imagine how it would feel! It looks like soooo much fun. But grueling.