The Squire and I stopped at the grocery store on the way home from the Y this morning, and a Country-type song came over the speaker system. My husband began to dance around the cart.
“What brought that on?”
“Clogging.”
“So I see.”
“Before my feet started to go bad, I was part of a clogging group in elementary school.”
Fifty years, and he still surprises me.
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