Saturday, February 16, 2008
Dancin
My valentine and I attended a dinner/dance last night. The meal was wonderful, the conversation delightful and then we were treated to dance lessons by a pair of dance instructors. Patrick and I tried. We really did. Slow, slow, slow, quick, quick, slow. Or was it quick, quick, quick, slow, slow, quick? We tried the left turn and the box step. We watched the other couples, spinning and smiling, so unlike the Streams. No matter. We both still remember how to do the kick ball change from jr. high gym class.
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My dear darling husband has so many redeeming qualities, unfortunately, dancing is not among them. We've decided not to inflict my toes to any more of the pain.
I remember the do si do, and the alaman left, but the kick ball change--now ya stumped me.
"Dancin With The Streams Dance Studio, how may I help you? Kick ball change lessons? Certainly. Get over here."
(I'm glad I'm not the only one with a short memory of the kick ball change.)
In other news...
My MAN is getting a bit
of a COLD.
The poor little bunny wanted to know where his bell was...
Man Cold? Sorry, Karla.
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