Even a good 'ol country dog relishes a bit of a belly rub. But personally though, I'd rather have my head massaged. I'll sit still for hours if you brush my hair--I'm a pig that way. What about you?
Youngest daughter and I are off to the Land o Krispy Kreme this weekend. But I say 'No thank you' to those little Fat Bombs- (385 calories per doughnut and 23 grams of fat) because, well, I am not a big doughnut fan. Instead, I will be attending her first dance convention/competition of the season. She's in four dances. One lyrical, 2 ballets and 1 clogging. I always enjoy watching her clogging dances because her teacher somehow stretches the conventional envelope of traditional clogging music. Last year the little hillbilly dancers clogged to Carribean Funk. This year it is an amalgam of 70's Disco music. The girls, all born in the late '80's and early '90's hate the costumes. Duh, of course they do. The costumes are straight from the 1970's.
Anyway--there is free WiFi in the hotel so I'll keep you posted...
