When Pigs Fly....

I have been married to a man for 15 years, I won't name names, (wouldn't want to embarrass him) and he has never taken me dancing. If you would have asked me when, you know who, was going to take me dancing, I would have answered, like I have for the past 15 years,(Have I mentioned it has been 15 years enough yet?) "When pigs fly". Tonight we went to Angie Smith's 40th birthday party---good food, lots of people, and a D.J.(actually it was Pedro or Pinto as we called him in High School -- and by the way thanks for getting me through 2 years of High School Spanish Pedro!) The kids were dancing soooo cute, Carter, Sierra, and Zoe were really getting down with their bad selves! A good mom would have had her camera, but as I am their mother no such luck. Anyways to make a short story ridiculously long Angie and Maria Allred got Michael out on the dance floor(not so much floor as concrete basketball court)! I about died laughing--apparently there was a good reason we never go dancing! Bless his heart, but he has no funky junk in his trunk! But he danced with all his daughters and he and I kind of danced together (he was holding Sierra I was holding Carter). And on the drive home I swear I saw pigs flying! I, for one, am very glad Angie is 40!! Thanks for the fun party Smith's Zoe wishes she lived at your house!