Dance Party On
posted Friday September 18th, 2009
Some poop went down the past few days (and trust me, I didn’t bore you with most of it) so I wanted to end the week on a lighter note, with a picture from the dance party Sophie and I had a couple mornings ago.
I never thought I’d be the kind of person who’d say something quite this corny, but I really do feel sorry for anyone who doesn’t get to experience the extra-strength joy of a dance party in the kitchen with Sophie in her leopard-print PJs, “Seasons of Love” blasting from the under-the-counter CD player, Jack the puppy joining the fray.
There’s not much in the world you can’t drown out if you turn the music loudly enough and spin around.
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Oh Amy, I couldn’t agree more. I know, big surprise.
Ditto! You know it ! Invites coming?