People really shouldn't dare me to do things...
Tonight was "Hitz of the Blitz" night at the nursing home. The band consisted of one man with a keyboard, and we spent the better part of several hours enthusiastically singing along to WWI and WWII songs like "Over There", "It's A Long Way to Tipperary" and many more. The weirdest thing was probably being surrounded by my family members and singing "You Are My Sunshine" while images of Brian and Justin cavorted through my head.
Now my throat is killing me (I already had a bad bad bad cough and sore throat, due probably to STILL NOT HAVING A WINTER COAT grumblegrumble) and I *did* tell my niece that I had a cold before she offered to share her coke with me. At least, I think I did. However, when my sister Margie then jokingly wiped off the lip of the bottle to get rid of my germs, I simply couldn't resist taking the bottle back and, um, sticking my tongue down it.
:/
I taught my mom how to do "the swim" and "the bat-dance". She had no idea what these things were, but she loved it anyway. Then, when I was goofily dancing in my seat, my sister Helen dared me to stand up and dance... so I did. If any of you are old enough to remember Wham!'s "Wake Me Up Before You Go Go" video, you might recall a portion where George Michael is flinging his arms about and doing very bad hip thrusts and making goofy faces. Yeah, that was my dance.
I make embracing the lameness into an art form, I really do.
Now my throat is killing me (I already had a bad bad bad cough and sore throat, due probably to STILL NOT HAVING A WINTER COAT grumblegrumble) and I *did* tell my niece that I had a cold before she offered to share her coke with me. At least, I think I did. However, when my sister Margie then jokingly wiped off the lip of the bottle to get rid of my germs, I simply couldn't resist taking the bottle back and, um, sticking my tongue down it.
:/
I taught my mom how to do "the swim" and "the bat-dance". She had no idea what these things were, but she loved it anyway. Then, when I was goofily dancing in my seat, my sister Helen dared me to stand up and dance... so I did. If any of you are old enough to remember Wham!'s "Wake Me Up Before You Go Go" video, you might recall a portion where George Michael is flinging his arms about and doing very bad hip thrusts and making goofy faces. Yeah, that was my dance.
I make embracing the lameness into an art form, I really do.