Anyone remember the days of skating to the sounds of John Travolta.... "Go grease lightin, go till the gettins right. GREASE LIGHTING - GO GREASE LIGHTING..."? Shaking your hips, and doing the arm movements.
My sisters and I attended a birthday party for our 7 year old neice last night. It seems as though our bodies automatically transform into the teenager from years past - at least our minds do. Our body on the other hand, well... that is a different story. Today, I'm living on advil and vodka.
We've got tickets to the hockey game in Houston tonight. I'm trying to decide if I want to take my flask with me. Frank is telling me that I have to drive there and back home. I might have him flip for it!
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