Monday, September 21, 2009
Ummmm...not sure I would call these happy feet.
But really I did this leading to this video...
Wasn't that exciting?
Weren't you just waiting with bated breath for him to start his strip tease? Holy schmoly.
And to think I took dancing lessons when my oldest daughter got married so I would not look like a Frankenstein after smoking a hookah pipe full of happy tobaccy. My sister-in-law is a dancing fiend and she dragged me out there and we danced all night long.
Are you Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers? My dad and mom are. My dad is so good he can take anyone on the dance floor and make them look good.
I am trying to find pictures of my daughter's wedding to post. But no dancing pictures. I look like Mumbles dancing in the cartoon "Happy Feet." Only not so cuddly and cute.
Posted by Happy Hour...Somewhere at 7:59 PM