Work It, Baby

This morning, Cindy told me about the girls' Spring Dance at school.

It's just for our older daughters, so the younger ones will stay home, and one of us will stay with them and one of us can chaperone.

So Cindy asks me, "One of us needs to go to the Spring Fling. Do you want to work it?"

To which I replied, "I can, if by 'work it' you mean..." and I proceeded to do the white-man's-overbite and a little cabbage patch dancin'. I got mad moves when it comes to dancing.

She decided she should be the one to go.