|No, this isn't me, just in case you were wondering if I made it to "So you think you can dance".|
Some nights, post creche, work and a fast meal, we all let loose in the Huey house and crank up some old tunes on the iPod and have a family lounge room disco.
Last night we introduced The Little Hueys to some songs from Grease and then finished with a twirl and a kick to Footloose.
Anyone who has been reading for awhile knows I have a dodgy back, one that has taken nearly two years to be get back to some level of normalcy.
And with one rendition of "born to hand jive, ba-by" I am again scoffing down the voltaren and nurofen.
Tomorrow I will be seeking out a physio, ortho or massage, whatever I can get first, I will even take the massage chair at the pedicure place if I have to.
And I will be declining all the dance party invites I get from now on.*
*as if I actually get invites to real dance parties.
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