Monkey likes to dance.
And damn, if she doesn't do the best white man's overbite I have ever seen!
Almost makes me want to buy a videorecorder, so that I can torture her by showing home videos to her dates 16 years in the future....or just provide hours of entertainment to her inebriated friends. (kind of like the time we were in the basement of Splude's parents' house, and found the slide reel full of shots of Splude in her rhythmic gymnastic stage of life. heh. and no, I wasn't the one that started that - I blame Freak. call me and yell at me if you want for that, baby, but you KNOW you found those slides!)
Ahem. Back to Monkey.
I find the dancing irresitable. Except there is one wee problem. Monkey likes to get her freak on to.......country music.
Oh. My. Bleeding. Ears.
Dad put the "Americana" channel on (channel 647 on Time Warner), and she danced!! And danced! And spun, and giggled, and danced!
Oy. Too bad Auntie L and Uncle J moved from Austin, TX. We could have blamed it on them.
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