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Best night EVER!

Yesterday I found a little egg skillet, egg white egg-mcbagels here we come!! Yummy! There are always lots of little treasures to find in the super clearance rack. I SO am my mother's daughter, can't walk away from a $3 skillet or any other deal. =)

Yesterday, the best part of my day was bringing home excellent chinese food, and then spending 3 hours teaching Collin and Christian the cupid shuffle, a little bit of the cha cha shuffle, showing them a few different versions of the hustle, (wobble, and achy breaky heart) and also the "alligator crawl." Somehow on the ride home, we got talking about dancing. Collin was like "I don't dance" and I was like, don't give up now, you will need to find a wife SOMEDAY. Dancing is a very attractive trait! I told them about how for a wedding I made Jason take ballroom dancing with me, and he liked it more than I did!! Then when we got home I spun Collin around and dipped him real, quick, he didn't know what was coming! They are athletes, and used to practicing, so they approached dancing the same way. In the end, we can successfully make it through the cupid shuffle AND put a few more moves in!

Then, if there could be any more fun, after that, we had a "float party" and tried multiple different of flavors of pop with vanilla ice cream. Sample style, in dixie cups! Black cherry, orange cream, Shirley temple, cream soda, and of course root beer! Fun to mix and match and comment on the different flavors. And, it was fun-sized so you don't feel near as guilty!

Today it was practice and more practice and a scrimage, so I'm here in bed waiting on my Jason to pick me up so I can finish obsessively organizing the house before work tomorrow.

Anyway, sometimes you just need time to be goofy, to dance around the house in your pjs and pretend you're having fancy dessert in a dixie cup. Nights like that are my favorite. Any ole night can be special, no matter where you are, who you're with, or what you do. One less thing to worry about!

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