NDS = Happiness

I've been thinking about making our blog private.  Friends and family only.  Del and I have talked about it and we go back and forth.  I think the only reason I haven't, is because I like to find OTHER friends' blogs, that haven't "invited" me to read, but love reading them nonetheless.  I wouldn't want to deprive anyone..... LOL.  

Do I really want strangers all up in my business - knowing details of the goings-on of my family?  Then again, why would I care, if I don't know them, and they don't know me?  It's a conundrum.  Although, this post might seal the deal to go private.  We'll see.  I'm mostly worried about Del's family.  I don't think they truly know me like the rest of my own family and friends do.  I might be sliding downhill fast in their estimation.  I may have just crossed the line.....

So - back to the topic of the day:  NDS = Happiness.  (I'll just give you the second 2 letters of the acronym, and you can come up with your OWN "N" word.)

Del and I recently started a little "game" - called the "N" Deacon Shuffle.  I think most people know what this means, but if it's foreign to you, it's just dancing.  Step to the right, step to the left, not really getting into any elaborate routine or getting down with your bad-self.  No other moves required, i.e. macarena or funky chicken with arm gestures, turning around, etc. - just stepping back and forth to a/the beat.  Totally harmless, innocent, stinking hilarious.  (If you're getting a visual already, let me just apologize now.)

In order to play this game, you have to want something REALLY bad.  For example - Del wanted something on Valentine's Day.  In order to get what he wanted, I said he had to do the NDS first.  He was stubborn.  Sat on the couch for awhile thinking about it.  Without warning, he went into the other room, and came back a short time later wearing THIS.

He was also wearing sweat pants as well.  He danced.  I laughed sooooo hard, I couldn't stop.  He totally cheated, but I let it slide, for the sheer genius that he was, and for making me laugh.  (BTW - we don't go in public in that - I got it for him last year, thought it was funny, cuz we're ALL naked under our clothes, right!?)

Last night I was really craving some of Del's famous no-bake cookies.  We call them Birthday Cookies, because he always makes them for me on my birthday.  He just has the magic touch to make them perfect.  I asked him to make them after the kids went to bed.  He said, "no way - you have to do the NDS first."

We both laughed, and continued watching t.v.  Nothing else said.  About an hour went by.  He's concentrating on his iPhone-slinging.  I got up, stripped down, started stepping and snapping (I have rhythm, baby.)  He looked up from his phone and laughed.  I'm not offended.  It's funny! Then I picked up my bundle as I walked into the other room to clothe myself, as he yelled to me "Hey!  There's no snapping in the Deacon Shuffle!"  

WHAT THE???    

We're both laughing so hard as I walked back in the family room to do it again WITHOUT the freaking snapping.

He made my totally-earned "Birthday" Cookies.  They were delicious.