I stopped dead in my tracks, a feeling coming over me like I'd just been handed a big, gift-wrapped box with a bright red ribbon on it.
"You mean, your mom made you join the square dancing club?" I said, trying to keep an even, disinterested tone, careful not to scare him off.
"No, I loved square dancing! It was my idea to join."
My laughter was long and loud, and then I called the kids into the kitchen to laugh along with me, because nobody loves to humiliate their loved ones more than us.
All Hail Mitch, The Square Dancing Fool!
DAYUM! That is worth AT LEAST every newly-minuted state quarter EVER!
ReplyDeleteI peed my pants. (For those not in the know, my husband collects state quarters. Hey, someone has to pay for all those square dancing lessons.)
ReplyDeleteExcept in my excitement, I misspelled "minted." Eff! On a positive note, were it not for Mitch, I wouldn't have been able to explain to my blonde daughter that "In God We Trust" didn't rub off because she had the quarter in her pants too long, but that it was, in fact, now printed on the side of the quarter. Who knew?! Oh, that's right...Cletus Romero does...
ReplyDeleteSwing your partner round and round, throw her in the toilet and flush her down!
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