Part of aging is losing your give-a-damn. Amongst the grannies, the subject of dancing arises. Probably because every little thing requires a dance. After pool time, I dance around the bathroom with a chocolate-covered pretzel for potty training GrandBear Number Three. I truly was that crazy Mémé (Do you have a special French name?) level… Continue reading Dancing Like A Grandma…
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