
Well ladies.... Here's the thing, my right knee isn't healed yet and my left one is basically broken. So my
delusions of grandeur 
went by the way side when reality set in.

I got home in wee hours of the morning aching, but not completely demolished.

Surprisingly I woke up around 6:30 to hear my older son leave for work. I dosed off again, only to be awaken by my younger son who came in my room to fill my cryo machine.

Hmmm...
What do you want? I thought. Sure enough, he wanted informed that his friend was coming over around 2 pm. This is fine except for the fact that
we didn't have any thing for them to drink or snack on and I desperately needed a Chick-fi-la biscuit to coat my

and medicinal stomach. Sssssh!
Knee pain lol I didn't over do it, I just didn't eat well the night before. Anyway, I crawled out of bed and actually drove to the store because we were trying to catch the breakfast hour. Besides, I didn't want to add having a heart attack to my ailments w/my learner's permit teen behind the wheel.
As far as the night goes, Diana is a
little of base. lol
Are you there ? You are so quite this morning. Are you in the odic

a large purse was found laying in the street With multiple cards thrown about, your name was on all of them.

they were all maxed to the limit

Oh, dancing with the stars called, they want you in their line-up for the new season

Take care,
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Not quite.

I wish I could say I danced the night away but
NOT! I got up a few times, one was for a few Michael Jackson songs at the beginning of the evening and could already feel my knees singing...
BEAT IT, BEAT IT, You're about to be defeated.

So I sat my Big Cranny Cane-less self down and watched my girlfriend and others have a good time.

At times I felt awkward and bored, which is a rarity for me. I think it's because I'm not a watcher, I participate. So this was EXTREMELY hard for my dance loving, exhibitionist self.
I got the music in me is not just a song to me. lol Shoot I could even bust a move to elevator music.
I did end up dancing to my Reggae music and paying for it dearly.

It just wasn't the same. Some how feeling the bones crushing down your legs while you dance takes away from the
thrill of it all.

Yep, The Old Grey Mare hasn't gotten her groove back yet,

but when I do... WATCH OUT!
So
daughter stalker, there's no video. She did take a couple of still shots. lol However, for now it's gonna have to be movies
with dancing via Netflix. I can't take being in the thick of it and not being able to participate fully.
All in all it was a decent night out, I didn't do too much damage and my girlfriend had a blast! Something she deserved, plus since she's really been there for me during my recovery, so I hung in there like a trooper for her. We have horror stories about finding the right place at our age to go dancing.
Dancing With the Stars has nothing on
Dancing with your Nephew, or worst Son! 
I think she's found her spot. I on the other hand will be hanging up my dancing shoes till I can actually dance! When you're a card carrying member of ODIC, seat dancing is only fun for about 5 minutes. Then it's time to move.
Speaking of moving, I'M NOT MOVING AT ALL TODAY. I have my foot elevate and I'm icing as I type.

Somebody say KNEECATION!
Enjoy your day/night everyone
