Friday, April 4, 2008

Sand Dance

Yesterday we went to the park again (no famous neighbors there this time though). We played in the sand mostly and had a good time. When I got home, I noticed that I had some sand in my shoes. I took them off, and banged them out in the garage. I probably should've banged them out somewhere else because now, every time I go out to the garage refrigerator to get a pop (that's what people in Oregon call soda, by the way), I feel like I'm doing the Ethiopian Shim Sham.

1 comment:

Tara said...

Ok - so at first I was going to tell you to get a broom and your problem would be solved, then we watched the video. What a riot. You break out into that every time you get a soda, you'll be doing good!