I had no idea what I was getting into when my wife walked into the house one day with a look of confusing on her face. I should have known better and casually continued to play World of War Craft but instead I asked her what was wrong. Without taking a breath for no less than 4 minutes my lovely wife told me about a new fitness program that her co-worker started and how quickly she was getting into shape. She seemed angry and again I did not learn my lesson and asked her what the big deal was.
Apparently, this fitness program would mean she needed to spend Tuesday night at the local gym from 6 to 8:30 and this is the time of her favorite TV show. After reminding her of this lovely thing called DVR her annoyance suddenly turned into excitement. I also became excited to know my Tuesday nights would be just me and my Xbox.
I did not think much of it for several weeks. Tuesdays had come and gone without incident. I was enjoying myself and she seemed to be having a good time as well. There were even other nights were she would escape into the bedroom for a half hour here and there. I figured she was just doing jumping jacks, or sit-ups.
It was not until about 8 weeks later I heard her come in with a jingle echoing every step. It is not every day a man hears bells every time his wife walks so I went to check what was going on. As I turned the corner I see her removing the bottom to a belly dancing skirt and placing it into her bag. Surprised I asked her what that tiny skirt was. She explained the fitness program was a belly dance class. After seeing what she had learned over the 2 months I found it funny to think that a belly dance class was a recipe for happiness for both her and me.