This blog is a collection of what goes through the mind of a father, a husband, a son, a friend, a lawyer (not your lawyer), and a storyteller, all competing for attention in my head.
The golden rule applies here.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Black Water
I wanna hear some funky dixie land Pretty mamma come and take me by the hand
4 comments:
holy crap, that song was stuck in my head for like a week, and i just got it out 3 days ago.
thanks steve...
:)
I figured you'd appreciate it, heatherfeather.
Gramma, if the nephew dances anything like his mother and grandmother, then I trust you completely
Actually when I watched Jack dance I thought, OMG! It's Steve and Gramma all rolled into one teeny tiny boy.
Excuse me? Hel-LO! I did jazzercise. I can dance!
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