Just last Friday I was watching the new Alice in Wonderland and wondering why it’s not a part of basic societal standards to have to know how to dance well enough to move in a relatively coordinated fashion with a floor full of people who know the same moves you do. I mean, yeah, I do a mean Cabbage Patch and all, but as for being one with my dance floor partners? Well, I can’t even do the electric slide.
But! I know the Chicken Dance!
And boy did Sonja and I rock it.
On Saturday we went back to Sonja’s house for Bethany’s baby shower, and to say goodbye until her next visit here. *sniff* The shower was fan-tas-tic, and Brenda wrote about it here better than I ever could. So I’ll just leave you with this evidence of my mad dance skillz. Thanks to Brenda and Summer for the photos.