since i'm headed to DC to assemble our family (beats having them come here to see me in a box) i thought i'd still include an early counter-cute, even if it's
not so cute as funny. monday/tuesday nights are time for "dancing with the stars" and us
wantabes sit with great anticipation of that day when they call to ask us to fill in for someone sick or injured... já, right - sure... this night i think was 'disco samba' without partners...
just keep stayin´ alive..
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this was a hilarious evening. i still tell people my dad can kick higher than they can. :P the strange benefits of old injuries.
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