Rags to Riches to Rump Shakin'

I reeeeaaaaalllllllly didn't want to go to Zumba this evening.  I was feeling grumpy about two completely unrelated things:

1. I finished Lincoln's leftover mac & cheese when I wasn't hungry in the slightest.
2. I botched my counter painting project & I have to sand it & start over.

Neither of these things are the end of the world & neither of these things should have the power over me to change my plans or cause me to make more bad choices (yes, the counter fiasco gets to count as a bad choice since I CHOSE not to read the box where it clearly stated that I should use a foam roller & a frayed edge brush, neither of which I did).

I'd love to say that what got me to Zumba this evening was renewed resolve or a sense of obligation to myself, but no...it was this:

Maybe this calls for a closer look:

Why yes, those ARE my Ames Middle School P.E. shorts circa 1992, & yes, they are a little baggy.  To be fair, 1992 was the beginning of the grunge era, so I likely wore them baggy then, too...but still!  For perspective, when last I wore these shorts, Wreckx-N-Effect was serenading us all with a classic little ditty called "Rump Shaker."

And shake 'er (ha ha ha) I did.  I went to Zumba solely so I could wear my "new" workout shorts, but at least I went.  Never has something out of my mother's rag bag (yep, that's where my husband found them!) been so inspirational...a real rags to riches story.  Only instead of riches it was sweaty Zumba, but that's rich enough for me.