Guest Blogger/Dancer

Rach:  My friend Celeste recently wrote a blog post with her husband, like as a conversation.  I thought it was funny, so I proposed the idea to Ryan.  He seemed less excited about it than I.  Ryan is skeptical of blogs and has never written on one.  But I must tell you, though he wouldn't want me to, that he was browsing my friends' blogs tonight. I think he liked it.  

Anyway, as is my habit, I mentioned it enough times that he reluctantly gave in.  So with no further adieu, I would like to welcome Ryan to his first ever blog post!!!!!!!


Uh, come over here, Ryan.  Stop watching CNN.


Still waiting...


Ryan has now joined me on the bed with his laptop, but his eyes continue to be glued to CNN.


Ry: Well, I can't stop watching clips of people surfing the Snake River in Wyoming, can I?  It feels great to be participating in my first ever blog post.  I hope I don't get hooked.

Rach: Surfing blogs is way cooler than surfing on a river.  But you wouldn't know anything about surfing blogs.  wink, wink

Ry: Now she's getting witty with the English Teacher pun skills.  I'm sure this back and forth blogging will prevent us from pulling the brownies out of the oven on time.  Rachel turns murderous if they don't come out just right...especially at midnight.

Rach:  Okay, people are getting bored.  Let's get to the point here.

Ry: Sure. The point of this post is to celebrate me finishing the Part II Dental Boards Exam today. The celebration may end in two weeks when I get the results back--but hopefully not.

Rach:  I checked the brownies, and they are fine.  Can I tell them about your dance?

Ry:  Uh, yes. But I think the other point of this post may be for me to experience the great thrill and wonderment of writing about myself and then waiting with baited breath for people to comment.

Rach:  I'm going to pretend like that wasn't a personal attack.  Go ahead--tell them about the dance, then.

Ry: All I remember is that when I walked out of the testing center, dance music was playing in the hall, and my wife had a hot BBQ lunch waiting for me.

Rach:  And that's all you remember?

Ry: Nope.  I remember enjoying the BBQ brisket and the pulled pork.  I felt freed to be done with the two-day test and one step closer to seeing DMD after my name.  I then realized that I hadn't visited the latrine in 4 hours, so I strolled down the hall to the restroom.

Rach:  "Strolled" is a loosely used term there, I think.  Here, I will show them:

Ry: What--that's my happy walk.  Don't act like you've never seen those moves before.

Rach:  Oh I've seen them, but I doubt the rest of the world has until tonight.

          

Ry: Well, I see it's 12:20, and we still have the aroma of fresh baked goods floating through the apartment.  I don't care if the world sees my sweet moves as long as I get a brownie and go to bed as soon as possible.  I'll dream that the clip goes viral on youtube tonight.

Rach:  The next Justin Bieber--but of dance.

Ry: Uh...can we be done now?

Rach:  Yes.  You've done well.

Ry: I don't feel any special craving to do this again, but maybe when I get that first comment or two...

Rach:  I bet I'll see you checking the blog every fifteen minutes tomorrow.  You know he will.