Grab my button and link-up!
I confess… I smuggled 3 mini bottles of Champs into my Dad’s party on Saturday night. It was cash bar and I knew they wouldn’t have any “blackout juice,” so I brought my own. I started trying to sneakily drink it, but then I just popped the bottle open and walked around like I owned the place.
I confess… I have stalked more than a bajillion sweaters that I want to buy for Norway – and only purchased one. Now my trip is 9 days away and I am regretting my hesitation to buy! I should’ve done some drunk shopping…I always buy stuff.
I confess… I had a dance party with my siblings Saturday night that lasted until 3am. I was told my moves were pretty stellar… too bad I rode the Blackout Train and will never be able to repeat them.
I confess… while dancing with my siblings at my Dad’s party, I looked around and realized people were staring. For a moment I thought, “I bet they think we are really attention starved.“
Truth is, we dance anywhere and anytime together. And it is awesome. And if anyone thinks we do it for attention, they are wrong-o. We just love to dance damnit.