Dancing on my Toes
Don was cooking the other night, when I got inspired. I gave him a little dancing show, while he worked. Ouch. My feet still hurt. I got the idea of dancing in oven mitts from someone else, but the skill was all mine.
Oven-Mitt-Boot-Dancing is a lot harder than it looks!
I cranked up the volume on "Alexa" and let Nancy Sinatra fill the kitchen.
I stood high on my toes and "stomped" in my quilted boots, trying carefully not to crush those delicate thumb-heels!
"These boots are made for walkin' and that's just what they'll do!"
I haven't had such a good time since I danced around in go-go boots in 5th grad! It's going to be kind of sad when we start getting back to normal and I have to start acting my age.
Cancer - Covid
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 13, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. Only this time, it was affecting more than me.
Coronavirus and Cancer! Both are evil, but neither can totally get me down... if I vent! I hope with Covid, I run out of complaints before 200!