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What?!? All y’all are country haters! I just don’t know what to think. Heck, I’m not sure we can still be friends!
I love good country... spent about five years following one band here in town. Blue grass too. Flatfooting with a bit of California twist. I couldnt do it without a caller unless it was a dance that we did a lot.

Line dancing.... Omg what fun. But my favorite was Waltze, Polka, Shodish
There was one dance called the Buss Stop... Dance like spoons... Shodish step together then a twirl and the spoons switch position... Loved it.

deb
 
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I love good country... spent about five years following one band here in town. Blue grass too. Flatfooting with a bit of California twist. I couldnt do it without a caller unless it was a dance that we did a lot.

Line dancing.... Omg what fun. But my favorite was Waltze, Polka, Shodish
There was one dance called the Buss Stop... Dance like spoons... Shodish step together then a twirl and the spoons switch position... Loved it.

deb
Now how cool is that. My DH always wanted to take square dance lessons. He has rhythm, I don’t...unless I’ve had several drinks. :lau Then I think I do, but I still don’t.:gig
 
Dig if you will a picture of me running errands on a tight timeline today...

I hadn’t eaten so I was probably looking a little peaky. I had Meaty in tow so I was covered in dog hair. I walked into Grangettos with the dog in the stroller. (They probably didn’t know it was a dog because I had a blanket over the top.) They probably wondered why my ā€œbabyā€ was panting so hard. They probably wondered why I was covered in hair & (since the dog decided at that very second to poop in the stroller) they probably wondered why I hadn’t changed my panting child’s poopy pants. Ugh! It was so embarrassing! Not only did I look like the whitest of white trash, but I was also pacing up & down the isles trying to defy insanity by insisting that they had poultry dust (when they didn’t) because my DH swears he bought it there last time. They finally got me & my poopy, panting ā€˜child’ out of there by assuring me that the feed store down the street would definitely have it. Well duh! I know the feed store has it but I was in a hurry & this place was closer. Luckily the people at the feed store are always very nice to me... We all know those guys are used to crazy people.
 

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