"Honey you didn't throw a hip out did you?" asked my husband.
With my beat red face, and harbored breathing I plopped onto the bed to recuperate.
The kids and I have certain times of the day, usually after everyone is home from school, where we turn up the music and just dance like wild people in the kitchen.
I think I am still suffering from hip swinging yet this morning. Have you turned up your music and danced today?
I'm surprised the police didn't show up yesterday, when my 15 year old and I were dancing in our porch chairs during "tea time" (our time of the day to rejuvenate) with headphones plugged in our ears. The farmers across the road probably thought we were on drugs, as we bobbed our heads up and down for all to see.
My lifetime motto is "Dare to be Different".
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