Poetry Friday Word for Tomorrow, and Brain Freeze
Last night I had a date with a handsome young man. We went to a soiree wherein many games were played, much food was consumed, and there was much dancing.
I learned the Macarena.
I was already an expert at the Chicken Dance.
As Boy-child and I left the venue, he put his arm around me tightly and said, “That was fun, wasn’t it? We should do that more often.”
Indeed. We must.
The Poetry Friday Word for tomorrow is DANCE. Feel free to use it in your blog post tomorrow, in whatever fashion trots your fox…poem, story, photo, senior prom details, sculpture of feet….
I’m having some trouble with my computer…it is either constantly spontaneous rebooting itself (usually in the middle of something important), or freezing up so that I have to manually shut down and endure 15 minutes of system rebuild. Fudge. Our PC guy has no idea why. It took me all afternoon yesterday to send one email. And blogging? Fuhgeddaboudit.
Until they can get a new computer arranged, I will have some spotty service. PLUS, as of late, Blogger is having kicking-screaming fits when I try to leave comments on your blogs.
Teh Internets be hating me. And after I gave it that lovely fruit basket, too.