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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