Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Get Into My Car. . . (Part 2)

      So I did what I had threatened, and showed up at Abby's dance studio, Billy Ocean blaring.  Singing, feeling the stress leave my body in waves of 80's memories, I was starting to relax from my crazy day.
     My dancing girl plopped herself in the front seat, and began unplugging my iPod.
     "Hands off," I said, "I want to hear this song.  Because I really did.
     "Moooooooom," she said.  "I just don't feel like sixties music."


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