Last night I had a weird dream that I ran away from my parent's house (at age 35), met up with some sort of dance troupe made up of a motley bunch of characters and joined them for a dance recital.
My parents were in the bare audience, proudly applauding my horribly performed tap routine, complete with music failure, dreadful costumes and an ungraceful fall on my face.
Odd.
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2 comments:
I think you need a drink! LOL!
I think that you may be right!
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