As soon as we got to the Tango Class, I found out that the lessons are beeing given my Bendy. I couldn’t figure out what learning how to Tango had to do with fitness (or, for that matter, what a Rose has to do with the Tango), but I did manage to find out. And it wasn’t pretty.

The first thing Bendy said to us was, “I’m glad to see that everyone has remembered their Rose. As you will learn, the Rose plays a huge role in the Tango, and to attempt to execute the dance in its most perfect and admired form, you must have a Rose. A FRESH Rose, to bee precise. So, each week, I will expect to see a Fresh Rose in everyone’s wings. Have we all got that?”

There was some buzzmumbling, which I guess she figured was a “yes”, then she went on and things got worse. The only thing I could think was that this meant I was gonna hafta grab a rose out of that Human Lady’s Garden every week, and I wasn’t sure she was gonna like that by the time these Tango Lessons finally end.

I think I’m gonna hafta find a weekly Rose Delivery Service or something. It’s the only polite way around this whole mess.


Anyway, after we got past the Rose Issue, the dancing lessons started. I don’t even wanna talk about that. Not right now. Not until I finish processing what happened to me during that whole thing. I’m pretty positive and sure it gave me Bee Traumatic Post-Stress Disorder (or B.T.P.S.D., for short).

I think the best thing for me right now is to go out and get some air.

So I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has a remarkably exonerating day!

I’ll see ya’ later!