After a full day of work, grading science tests and trying to learn how to salsa dance in French, I called my mom. It was her birthday. We chatted for several minutes before I excused myself. “Mom, I love you, but I still have science tests to grade, plus I need to flip a coin 63 times.”
It’s not her fault that she was born during March Madness.
If the band plays “Rocky Top” in the Georgia Dome during the first weekend in April, I’ll donate my lucky North African Pocket Change to the Smithsonian.
2 comments:
You getting back to your dancing roots? I think we need video of this :)
If I’d been more clever at press time, I suppose I could have entitled this post “The Big Dance”.
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