No…Emily and Benjamin did not go to the dance together. But they both look really nice.
The kids worked so hard all day at the house. Ben and I planted mums. We pulled weeds. We filled holes. We mowed the dead grass. We watered the lawn. We scattered fertilizer. We swept the back porch.
Emily and Anita kicked butt inside. They swept the floor. They dusted. They cleaned the bathroom. They washed windows.
Anita and I made a killer supper. The kids all ate at the house and left from here for the dance. We boiled pasta. We browned sausage. We chopped herbs. We made bread and tossed the salad. We set the table and arranged the flowers.
When the kids arrived they snacked on crackers and cheese, cut veges, chips and pretzels. After pictures, they found their seats at the table and took their time eating.
By 7:45 p.m., they were ready to go and the men held open the car doors for the women as they filled the vehicle. Primped, combed, and ready they traveled to the dance.
When they all returned home after 11:30, the opinion was unanimous: The Dance Was Terrible. Nothing but a “grind-fest” (their words, not mine). Having little interest in butt-bumping, they left the dance (after a long day of preparing) and went to another house for after-dance fun.
Despite the low ratings for the dance-proper, the evening was a great success. Beautiful women, handsome men, a good dinner and loud music: The perfect combination.
