Wayne and I started our dance lessons last night.  We’re learning the rumba, which, according to our instructor, has a three-beat step that we can dance to with nearly every type of music.  He proved it by having us rumba to a polka, a rap song and a waltz.  To put it gently, Wayne and I aren’t exactly light on our feet.  In fact, I managed to step on Wayne’s foot more than once.  I covered it by claiming it was what he deserved, and he does, I’m sure, for some past wrong that slipped under the radar.  It was simply delayed punishment!