You're wondering what the old parish boys are up to this time.
With the title of the post being what it is
It could be only one thing
Tinker is trying to teach me how to dance.
I know, I know..
It looks like he's doing more holding me up than anything else.
He's very patient, but we're going nowhere fast
Finally, I give up and we call it a day.
|My favorite grampie's blanket|
I guess if I'm invited to a cat-illion,
you'll see me by the punchbowl instead of on the dance floor
since it appears I have two left (hind) feet.