Darn near had a heart attack in dance class waltzin' to this track. Wife really gets into this tune. She teaches ballet and I'm a professional slob. Not a good combo for something as bouncey as this music. It wasn't her skirt flowing as we wheeled around the floor. It was me holdin' on for dear life. Note to other husbands thinking of taking dance classes with their wives: Don't. It's more dangerous than it looks. Once she gets cookin' it all over except the claim on your life insurance.
~Lady, I kinda like that big handle bar he had. And if you got time to blow dry them locks every day to get that wavy bouncy lusterous sheen the shampoo commercials talk about, hey, more power to him. Now if that handle bar was drippin' off my girl friends lip, we're talking something completely different. For some reason the equality of the sexes movement never delves too deeply into issues of female lip hair. Hmm....I'll leave that to someone younger than I to take on that crusade. Ok, The the afternoon pudding cart is comming down the hall. Got'a go.