I'm exhausted. I spent the whole weekend working with Ron and Denise on the waltz. It's been tough. Ron gets it, but poor Denise has such a hard time with it. I'm really worried about what's going to happen if they progress in the competition. The waltz is the first dance we're doing because it acts as a foundation for the other dances. If she can't get this, she's going to have trouble.

Josh and I are going to work on our Rhumba tonight. He was in the city today so I'm just waiting for him to call to let me know he's back. I'm happy to have that dance with him. It makes all of the grueling hours I'm putting in with Ron and Denise worth it.

Last night Josh was driving me home from Pennsylvania and he had his new GPS system on. He set it to use the British Accent instead of the American Accent. I was teasing him the whole way home. I asked him if he was going to be like Madonna - you know, live in London for a little while and then suddenly have a fake British Accent. (Is it British or English Accent? I never know.) He said he likes the way the British Accent sounds (and I agree - I love to hear Hugh Grant and Colin Firth speak - but I hate when Americans try to pretend to have a British Accent) and then he quickly turned the table on me, and started making fun of my "southern accent" - which I don't think exists. I mean, everyone knows that Florida is a northern state in the south! Yes, native Floridians have southern accents, but the people I grew up around all speak the way Pennsylvania's speak. I have no idea what he's talking about! I know that sometimes when I get angry a little twang sneaks in, but for the most part I speak just like he does.

Now that I've gone on and on about nothing, I have to go. Josh just called to let me know he'll be over in a few minutes.