Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Dance Me To the End of Lunch

Dance Me to the End of Love

Alas, I will  never know such fleet-footed litheness, for dancing is just a bit of foreplay for me and my man.  And this is musical foreplay, to be sure.

I'm keeping my fingers crossed, Husman, that the tykes will all be out of the house by lunch time, tomorrow, and should they read this, they'll take the hint and be gone.

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