i cant even...

FH is so mortified that I had to call him out on dance moves.

Hey listen, a while ago, he said he would do a few lessons so he wouldn't look like a tool on the dance floor.

And, he's trying to get me to get out of it : 'doesn't your ankle still hurt?'

'Oh dear I told them about it and they said they'd work with me, besides, i'm out of the aircast and in a flexible brace, we're not break dancing here!'.

For real. He is stressin.

Boys will be boys!